Page 26 of Twisted Princess

If Mel and I have a chance, I’m not strong enough to refuse her. But I will find the iron self-control to take things slow with her. We can kiss. That’s as far as I’ll let this go.

The fist around my heart loosens as I set my mind. And when I lower my arm from the back of the couch to wrap it around Mel’s shoulders, she releases the softest, most alluring moan. Like she’s been waiting—longing—for me to hold her.

Christ. This is going to be way harder than I thought.

My free hand comes up to cradle her jaw, pushing the thick curtain of her hair back from her face. And my lips part, my tongue delving into her mouth with the ravenous hunger that has been building inside me for days.

Mel gasps, her tongue darting out to tangle with mine a moment later. And as our kiss turns molten, it lights my soul on fire. Mel shifts again, turning to fully face me as her fingers comb into my hair. Her nails graze my scalp, making it tingle and launching my pulse into a sprint.

“Mel,” I warn because I don’t know how far my will can bend without breaking.

“Gleb,” she murmurs before kissing me once more. And the breathy desire in her tone is more powerful than a battering ram.

I don’t know how she does it, but it’s like she knows just how to drive me wild.

I have no clue what’s happening in the movie we’re supposed to be watching. And I couldn’t care less. Mel’s lips have my full attention, the sharp gasps of breath that pass through them, alerting me to her excitement.

My arm around her shoulders sinks instinctually to the small of her back. I force it to stop there, forming a boundary for myself. But I can’t help pulling her closer. She responds eagerly, her supple body bending to press against mine.

God, I love the way she kisses.

“Mmm,” she moans greedily, as if she heard my thoughts.

I don’t expect her to sling her leg over my thighs a moment later.

But she does.

And as her body slides on top of mine, straddling me, she brings our lips to the same height.

Everything about Mel feels right. Like a puzzle piece that fits perfectly with mine, her curves mold against my body, promising me I could get lost in the heaven she provides.

“I want you,” Mel breathes, her hips rocking forward against me and threatening to obliterate my carefully drawn lines.

Breathing heavily, I grasp her hips—partly to keep my hands tame and partly to stop the friction she’s trying to incorporate that would definitely drive me insane. I can feel her squirm slightly in my grip. She doesn’t like to be trapped.

I know that.

But this time, I need it if I’m going to maintain control—of myself, that is.

She’s on top. She can stand up if the restraint is too much. I’ll let her go. I just can’t let things go further.

But with Mel, that’s easier said than done.

Even though I haven’t said a word about my carefully laid boundaries, she knows just how to rebel against me.

Which she does as she reaches down to grasp the hem of her shirt, and in one fluid motion, she sweeps it up over her head.

“Fuuuuuck.” My groaned response reveals the agony that rips through me at the sight of her lean body.

She’s wearing a lace bra that cradles her pert breasts perfectly. The dart that runs up the center of each cup kisses her nipples like I want to more than anything. And their soft swells rise and fall as she breathes heavily, her russet skin like rich honey in the glow of the TV screen.

I force my eyes up to hers, my fingers pressing more intensely into the supple flesh of her hips to keep them from roaming to second base. But when I find the onyx depths of her gaze, I know it’s a mistake.

Because the heat within them threatens to eviscerate my iron will.

How can one person be this intoxicating?

I’m enraptured. Bewitched. Utterly consumed by her beauty.

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