Page 56 of One Rule

Her lips part, but no words come out. For a few seconds, Liliana watches me the same way I’ve enjoyed her from the shadows all these years. Salaciously. So much fucking hunger in those hazel orbs.

My perfect girl.

Hooded eyes and gasping little breaths escape her as she greedily breathes in my every exhale and it’s when she whines for me, a lonely cry for my touch, that I lower my lips to hers.

This kiss isn’t like any of the others we’ve shared. My hands roam her body, everywhere I can reach except her cunt, while my tongue plunders and strokes—claiming her. Her tongue twines with mine, desperate as she tries to take control but I don’t allow it.

I drag an open palm up her midsection and the center of her chest before reaching her throat, wrapping my fingers around the soft skin. Squeeze just a bit. Force her to stop moving.

“You’re going to be patient, sweetheart.” I lick the seam of her mouth. “Play under my rules for once.”

“Please, Micah. Kiss me.” Another keening sound. “I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

“And I’ve been waiting on you just as long. I’ve always been here.” This time I peck her. Just slide my lips across hers while turning us and walking back until the back of my legs touches the marbled bench. “Just like I’m going to give you the world, rebel. Everything I’ve ever done has been for you.”

Lowering us, I keep my hold firm as I lift her with the hand not on her throat, and then sit. She’s on my lap facing away from me with her back to my chest, and I love the way she doesn’t shy from spreading her thighs. Not enough, but I’m quick to remedy that by opening her further while placing a knee over one of my own.

Wide and needy. So perfect.

From my position, I have a clear view down her chest to her mound and the soft lips of her pink, slick flesh. Her slit is parted and her clit swollen; I cup her with one hand while the digits around her throat flex and then tighten. Rebel’s pulse quickens under my touch while she once again turns her head as far as I allow.

She swallows hard as I press another slow kiss to her parted lips, slipping my tongue inside to twine with hers. At the first flick, she moans and those hips on my lap gyrate, fighting to find the release she craves while my cock pulses beneath her ass.

With each shift, her cheeks part and I’m nestled between them. Warm. “What do you need, rebel. Tell me.”

“All of you.” No hesitation. No doubt.

“Good girl,” I hissed from between clenched teeth as a rush of her warm juices soaks my hand and wrist, a few drops rolling down to her other hole. It makes it easier for me to slide against her, but it’s not enough and I tap her thigh. “Rise a bit for me, love.”

She does as I ask, lifting her lower half just enough that I’m able to bring my cock against her pussy. Press it there for a few seconds before I slide through her labia, from entrance to clit using my already wet hand, grip tight, until I’m covered in her slickness. Liliana trembles at this, thighs shaky as she holds herself just a few inches from my cock and I can’t help myself when I dip just the tip in.

Just a bit. The swollen head.

And while I know it’d be so easy to empale her on my cock, I don’t.

I’m a man of my convictions and her pussy will be a selfish gift on our wedding night.

Instead, I pull the tip out and tap myself against her clit twice in a soft kiss before moving back to her ass. I spread her juices there, sliding against each tight hole until she writhing—from back to front until her thighs threaten to give out—before yanking her back onto my lap.

Her yelp makes me chuckle against her temple, but that quickly turns into a moan of my own as her asscheeks clench around me. I’m held tight against her, each flex massaging my length and I return the favor by giving a single sharp slap to her bundle of nerves. Then another as I tighten my hand on her throat, not enough to choke, but to feel my control, pulling a deep and guttural cry from her lips.

“Micah!”

“I’m here, baby.” Every single muscle in rebel’s body stiffens while pleasure overtakes her senses, and her orgasm is a thing of beauty. She flushes and shivers, thighs jerking while I now rub her through each ripple—her come so slick between my fingers. “Trust me. Let me love you.”

“I’m yours.” Her truth. My honor. “And I’ve always loved you.”

“Thank you.” Prolonging her release, I slip two fingers inside her to the first knuckle. She’s so wet and warm, tight around the single digit but still bucks against me. Deeper, and I feel her innocence.

I caress the soft flesh. Gentle and slowly, pushing a little but not breaking it.

Another small gush slips through my fingers and spreads, runs down to her ass and coats us both. I’m still rocking against her, loving the feel of her but I don’t come.

Not yet. The next time I do it’ll be inside of her.Her ass is mine.

“You didn’t…?”

“This wasn’t about me, rebel. Only you.”

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