Page 103 of Forget Me Not

I spent all day the day before mopping and dusting, cleaning up the room, and now, looking at it, it really does feel like the last stop on the way out to the open ocean.

Our own little slice of paradise.

He drapes our clothes over the back of a chair and stoops down to untie my sneakers. I’ll admit, Reid at my feet is something I never thought I’d see, but now, I want it burned into my brain. Especially with the darkly disturbed look he shoots me when he slips my socks off.

He’s hauntingly beautiful. Like a black dahlia. Soul-sucking. Extremely poisonous, but so perfect, I want a taste.

He presses a kiss to my thigh, letting out a deep groan, as if he’s drinking me in. Goosebumps pebble on my flesh from the scratch of his stubble and a swipe of his tongue along a rogue droplet of water on my knee.

“Is this my punishment?” I taunt, though it lacks it’s usual bite when I let out a shaky breath from the graze of his lips along the sensitive flesh above my clit.

“This is me on my knees, showing you how you should be worshipped.”

He kisses across my flesh, then dips lower until his lips are grazing the sensitive flesh above my clit.

“Let me in, little bird,” he murmurs, so quiet I can barely hear him over the sound of the rain beating against the outside of the house.

I shiver at the feeling of his breath against my skin and I don’t try to stop him when he nudges my legs apart and slips his tongue through my folds.

My head tips toward the ceiling at the first lap of his tongue on my clit and I strain my back to open myself wider for him. I’ve never felt so . . . sexually open as I am with Reid. Like I don’t have a choice to how my body responds to him.

His hand wraps around my ass, holding me steady when my knees start to grow weak, with a quiet growl. He watches me groan, my back arching when the pleasure grows to a fever-pitch, studying me like he’s deeply fascinated by something I can’t quite understand.

My fingers find purchase in his hair while he rolls his tongue around my clit lazily, drawing a whimper from my throat. His hand on my rear holds me in place when I try to roll my hips to his mouth to meet the thrust of his tongue, forcing me to wait for the pleasure he gives me.

“Please, Reid,” I whimper, my legs shaking from the force of his torture on my body.

“Do you want to come, Nova?”

He’s taunting me, keeping me just on the edge of my orgasm until the pleasure robs me of all my sanity.

I don’t even understand what’s happening right now between us. Like we’ve both reached the same, disturbing realization that maybe this thing between us is getting a little out of hand, but both of us are powerless to stop it.

Abruptly, he lifts me into his arms, flipping me like a ragdoll until I’m underneath him on the bed.

“How many men, Nova?”

I stifle a gasp when he runs the head of his cock through my folds, hissing out through his teeth when he finds my warmth.

“What?” I’m unable to form a coherent sentence and he wants to hold a conversation.

“How many men have worshipped you, little bird?”

I shake my head, moaning when he bends down, nipping the flesh below my ear.

“How many men have shown you just how fucking beautiful you are, Nova?”

“One,” I stammer, breathless when the head of his cock brushes my sensitive clit. “And you.”

He makes a satisfied sound, kissing the line of flesh over my jaw until he reaches my mouth.

Panting, I rock my hips against his when he slides back and forth through my folds, his cock slick with my juices.

“How many women have you done that to?” If he can ask the question, so can I.

His eyes darken with some unspoken thought and he reaches up, slipping my hands into his and pinning them above my head, forcing me to hold his gaze.

“Two.” He rolls into me, the head of his cock on my clit making me see stars. I’m so close, hanging on the edge and he knows it.

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