Page 107 of Wreck Me

Her giggle rolled through me and I focused as I watched Bastian tickle under her chin.

“Stop!” she cried through her laughter, batting his hands away.

“Aww, but now I know the cute little sounds you make because you’re so incredibly ticklish, how can I?” he teased, fingering the loose strands of her hair reverentially.

Damn. That was really something from him.

“That’s privileged information and if you use it for evil, you won’t get any more tidbits like that.”

“Oh, baby, that’s so harsh.”

“Those are my terms.”

He pushed into her until he had her backed up against the door. Slapping his hands down either side of her head, he rumbled, “But you’re looking so fucking edible in that sexy dress and boots. How do you expect me to keep my hands off you?”

“You like it, huh?”

“Like it? I’m gonna cherish this sight forever.”

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely. Spank bank material right here,” he said, fingering the hem of her dress.

“Disgusting!” she cried, breaking his grip and shoving him back.

He held up his hands, laughing his head off. “I’m joking.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky I can tell when you’re lying versus telling the truth.”

“You can?”

“You have a tell.”

“I don’t.”

Of course he thought that. He’d been shut down for so long. But now he was open again, it was different. He’d be exhibiting that same tell he’d always had and been ignorant of. It had taken me and Cas a while to pick up on it, so it was impressive to say the least that Skylar had already figured it out.

“Oh, you do.”

“What is it?”

She patted his cheek. “That’s for me to know, sorry.”

“Mmm, I love it when you get all playful and coy, beautiful,” he crooned, before snatching her hand, then dipping his head to kiss her.

What started off sweet and tender, quickly escalated to them basically eating each other’s faces, then her slamming Bastian up against the door and grinding her hot little body all over him.

Jesus. It had me reacting and I had to adjust my sweatpants to conceal my rapidly hardening cock. The fierce way she demanded her own pleasure like that did things to me. Not just me either, Bastian was clearly loving it, growling, his hands roaming all over her as their kiss turned savage.

He pulled back, panting, and holding a hand up. “Any more and I’m gonna be shoving you down onto your hands and knees and slamming inside your sweet cunt, Sky.”

Sky now, was it? Hmm.

“Don’t just tease me, Bastian.”

Bastian? Things had certainly escalated.

He only let me and Cas call him that. Even Damien wasn’t allowed to.

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