Page 91 of Of Daggers and Deceit

His hands slide around to grip my ass, encouraging me to rock my hips against him, his cock pressing between my legs with every shift of my hips. I wanted nothing between us anymore—not these clothes, not any barriers we erected to protect our hearts, not any lies.

Distracted by the feel of him, he quickly picked me up and leant over, his hand reaching out to push things aside and clear a path on the floor. My back met carpet shortly after, his lips claiming mine only briefly before he pulled back to rest on his knees, staring down at me, his eyes aflame with desire.

I licked my swollen lips.

“Take off your shirt,” he commanded, his hands fisting his pants. I looked up at him and smirked, defying him.

His eyebrow quirked as he leaned closer and bit my chin playfully. “You have five seconds to take off your shirt, Raya, else I’ll ensure your needs are not met.”

He pulled back again, and I quickly yanked it off, baring myself to him. I wasn’t interested in whatever games he was playing. I wanted our shared release. Needed it. But there was a vulnerability to this moment, knowing this would be the final barrier between us we were set to shatter.

Bodhi’s fingers traced around my nipples, once, twice before dragging his thumb across each, my skin pebbling beneath his caress. It felt too good.

“Stop teasing me,” he laughed as his hands gripped my ribcage and slid down either side of my body, simply touching, learning my body, though it felt dangerously like so much more.

I moved to undo the buttons on my pants, eager to get this moving quicker, which he thankfully obliged as he gripped the material on either side and yanked it down my legs.

He chose that moment to stand up and look down at me, completely bare as he stood fully clothed. Shame began to worm in quickly; I’d never felt so exposed, but I didn’t move to hide or close myself off. I was his, and he was mine.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, and I flushed crimson. Any feelings of worry or fear fled, just as they so often did in his presence.

I did feel beautiful beneath his gaze.

He took his singlet off and shirked his pants as I took him in, just as he did me. Tanned skin against amber eyes and brilliant soft pink hair, not to mention his lean muscle, the curve of his hips that merged lower right down to where he was stroking his long length.

My stomach fluttered, and my hands trembled with a mixture of nerves and excitement. His body was as beautiful as everything else about him.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a mischievous quirked brow.

“Yes,” I breathed, my breaths coming in thinner.

He knelt again and slid a hand down the back of my thigh until he clutched beneath my knee, lifting my leg onto his shoulder. He did the same with the other, my anticipation rising. His eyes dropped to my core.

My skin prickled beneath the anticipation, eagerly awaiting his touch. I wanted the brand of his skin against mine—everywhere.

He dragged a single finger through my centre, my hips bucking to chase him before lifting the evidence of my arousal to the light. A dark, satisfied smile took over his face when he spied his glistening finger before he sucked it straight into his mouth.

I felt his groan vibrate through me as his eyelashes fluttered, his finger pulling from his lips with a pop. It wasn’t a second later that he yanked my hips higher and pushed his head down right between my thighs, dipping his tongue in all the right places and seizing what little oxygen I had left.

Bodhi bordered on feral as he licked and sucked every inch of my core, obscene sounds filling the space around us. I bit my lip, my hands gripping the floor to support me as his tongue dragged back and forth, sending zings of delicious pleasure straight up my spine.

My hips bucked, craving more friction with every swipe and suck against my clit as one hand held me to support the angle, his other hand drifting closer until a single finger dipped in my centre.

The effect was instantaneous. The sensations were like an assault. Moans began to fall from my lips the higher and higher he took me. I’d been entirely unprepared for this.

Until he drew away.

“Hey.” I frowned at him, blinking away the hazy state he’d pulled me towards. He smiled lazily and drew my legs down, wrapping them around his waist. He didn’t speak, not even when he lined his cock up with my core. I sucked in a careful breath, one I didn’t truly need, as he slowly eased himself inside.

For a few gentle moments, time seemed to stop as he paused before carefully moving in and out, giving my body time to adjust. I couldn’t take my eyes off him—everything felt so right.

He leaned in towards me, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine. “I’m not going to go easy on you, Raya.”

I blinked up at him, my lips parting, knowing exactly what he meant. This was a side of him I hadn’t yet gotten to see. He drew out, awaiting my reply, his face a storm of emotions. Wonder, disbelief, desire.

“Please don’t,” I whispered.

He smiled wickedly before he plunged back inside my tight channel, setting a brutal pace.

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