Page 55 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

“Jesus fuck,” He growls, closing his eyes and dropping his head back with a groan.

“Jesus isn’t present,” I bite his Adam’s apple, making him curse. “But I’m glad to hear I’m making you feel crazy enough to see him.”

“Stop fucking kissing me,” Rurik’s hands somehow make their way to my head again, his fingers wrapping my hair tightly.

“Say the safe word, angel, and I’ll stop.”

“Fuck,” He whispers, shaking his head with his eyes still tightly closed.

“We can if you want,” I say, pushing him to a chair and climbing on his lap.

He makes a guttural sound as I drive my hips forward and back. Am I dry-humping him like some horny teenager?

Fuck yes I am.

“The sounds you make are music to my ears,” I pull his head back to kiss him again. “Fucking tasty.”

“Don’t…Fuck…Stop…Briar!”

“Are you asking me not to stop or…” I trail off, moving on to his ear and nibbling it. “Can you repeat that? I don’t understand.”

I cup his dick again and nearly come right there. How the fuck is it possible that he grew thicker and harder? I haven’t seen his dick yet, and already I want to swallow it whole until I choke on it.

“Tell me what you want, Rurik,” I say, surprised that my voice sounds steady when I am anything but.

“Fuck off,” He growls again, glaring up at me with his hands now digging into my hips.

I grin down at him, tilting my head to the side to look at him.

He can fucking lie to me and himself, but I see the truth. With his eyes darkening with unfiltered lust, his swollen lips, his cheeks flushed, and with the way his breath coming out in unsteady huffs — He wants me.

“You’re sexy when you’re turned on,” I say, kissing the tip of his nose.

I don’t know if he notices it, but somehow, his hands made their way to my ass, and he keeps squeezing them painfully.

“Shut up.” He groans as I rub against his erection. “You’re torturing me, Briar.”

“Torturing you?” I can’t help but laugh, undoing the top buttons of his shirt so I can trail kisses against his chest. “I’m worshiping you, angel.”

He shivers against my lips, the rumbling sounds of his barely contained groans vibrating against my chest as I press our bodies closer.

“Let me worship you the way you deserve, Rurik.” I kiss the corner of his lips. “Let me show you how I’m fucking burning for you.” I lick his bottom lip. “Let me show you how crazy I am about you.”

He stares at me with wide eyes, his gaze running all over my face as if he’s searching for any bullshit I just told him. He won’t find any because they’re all true. I’m just a woman here to worship my angel.

I can’t help but frown when a flicker of nerves and uncertainty flash through his features. Has no one ever shown him the kind of attention I’ve given him?

I mean, if someone has, I’ll fucking kill them if they try again, but that’s a me problem, I guess.

I thrust against him again, and I’m rewarded with that delicious sound again. He lets out a surprised breath, and I inhale greedily, taking everything from him. I kiss him again and trace his lips with the tip of my tongue, begging for him to open up.

To my surprise, he doesn’t hesitate. He opens his mouth almost shyly, but my tongue immediately barges in, breaking down all his defenses.

I feel him shudder against me as our tongues fight for dominance.

He’s so fucking cute to think he’ll win, though. It’s fine. I’ll let him in this round.

“Briar.” His voice is rough from between our lips, “Get off me.”

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