Page 47 of Veiled Yearning

Chiara clutches at my shoulders, pulling herself toward me.

Her breasts press against my chest, full and soft, nipples drawn into taut peaks.

And the kiss.

I capture her mouth, slanting mine over hers. Lingering at first, tasting her, tracing my tongue along the seam of her lips.

On a sigh, she opens for me, inviting me in.

I plunge deep, but it’s still a slow exploration. Our tongues come together, stroking and teasing.

Chiara nips at my lower lip, drawing a pinprick of blood, and when she sucks it away, my arousal jerks against her belly.

I’m hard; harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Chiara’s lush curves pressed against me are everything. And the tiny moans coming from deep in her throat, primal sounds of need…

I slide one hand to her lower back, letting it rest at the swell of her perfect ass. And it feels even better than I imagined.

This is different from anything I’ve felt before.

If we only did this forever, I’d be happy.

So of course, my old friend has to come upstairs and ruin it.

His voice slightly louder than normal, Frederick announces from the living room, “We’re ready to go. Whenever you are, of course. If you’re busy…”

Chiara jerks back with a surprised little yelp. But I hold her close, not letting her go.

“Take your time,” Lucas adds cheerfully from the other room, and I can practically see the giant grin on his face.

Larkin grumbles, “I thought you wanted to leave, Gavril.” There’s a pause, followed by a low murmur of voices. Then he chuckles. “Ah. I see. Frederick filled me in. Like Lucas said, take your time.”

“Oh!” Chiara’s face goes crimson. “Frederick! He saw—”

“I’m sure he was just checking to make sure we’re okay.” Pitching my voice louder, so everyone can hear it, I add, “I’m sure Frederick wasn’t being nosy.”

Looping my arm around her waist, I pull Chiara into my side and brush a quick kiss across her lips. “As much as I’d like to continue this, it’s probably best to wait until we get home.”

She glances around the room and makes a little moue of dismay. “I guess so. But. Gav?”

“Yes?”

A smile curves her lips. “You made this day a million times better.”

“Ah, gorgeous. You too.”

Pleasure pinks her cheeks again, and her smile gets even bigger. “When we get home, can we try that again? With more privacy?”

There’s nothing I’d like more.

“Yes. Absolutely.”

16

The Real Gavril

CHIARA

I liked spending mornings with Gavril before, but now they’re so much better.

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