Page 99 of Bossed By The Boggart

The quiet that follows wraps around us, a respite after the night’s chaos.

The adrenaline crash leaves me more vulnerable than I’d like to admit.

Vulnerable enough that I need comfort only Bash can give me.

I swallow hard as Bash reaches out slowly, like he’s afraid I might disappear.

He trails two fingers down my cheek before cupping my jaw gently.

Then Bash pulls me in for the sweetest kiss of my existence.

The way this man touches me—like I’m the most precious object in the world.

His tongue lightly brushes against my lower lip, and I open my mouth wider.

Moaning into the kiss, Bash wraps one arm around my waist while the other slides up under my shirt, tracing patterns on my bare skin with his claws.

Every touch sends delicious shivers down my spine.

After a moment, his lips leave mine to nip at my neck, and I arch into him, wanting more.

Bash’s nimble fingers unbutton my blouse before removing it to reveal the silk underneath.

My heart hammers in my chest as he leans in closer, breathing me in.

“You smell so good,” he purrs.

He trails kisses and soft bites down my chest, and my nipples harden, aching for his touch.

Teasing me, he removes my bra, rolling me over to unhook it with his teeth.

“Show off!”

Bash just laughs. He finishes undressing me, staring at my naked body.

There’s such a raw hunger in his gaze that it steals my breath.

“You. Are. Beautiful.”

The declaration, spoken so ardently, sends liquid heat pooling between my legs.

My Boggart inhales, smelling my arousal, and then snarls against the valley of my breasts.

He takes one nipple into his mouth, laving the tip before moving to the other.

The entirety of my body shudders with pleasure as he suckles at my chest, his hot breath fanning across my skin and sending tingles down to my toes.

After an eternity of teasing me, Bash moves back to take off his clothes.

“Let me help you,” I offer.

With trembling hands, I remove his shirt, revealing his chiseled, dark blue chest.

His skin is hot to the touch, and I can’t resist running my fingers over his muscles.

I revel in when his stomach flexes under my fingers, knowing that he wants me as much as I want him.

When I unbutton his pants, I reach inside his underwear to stroke his cock.

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