Page 170 of Crave

I shiver as he lightly traces his fingertips down both of my arms and then slides the ripped dress from my body.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment. It’s almost painful being so exposed.

“Open them, pchelka.” His tone is firm yet soft.

I do as he says and make eye contact with him in the reflection. His face lights up with a smile, while his eyes gleam with desire. All for me. My belly erupts with butterflies, distracting me from zoning in on my imperfections.

I ignore the instinct to wrap my arms around my stomach to hide it. I can do this.

“Such a good girl.” He brushes away my long hair over my shoulder.

“I want you to watch. See how much I admire every single inch of you. Even the parts you hate, I’ll show you exactly why I love them, one kiss at a time.”

I can feel the tears prickling at the corners of my eyes as his words sink in. When I lower my chin to my chest, he delicately lifts it back up, guiding my gaze upward.

“You are enough. You are more than that. Way more. You’re everything.”

His touch is gentle as he traces his index finger along my lips, leaving a tingling sensation.

“I love how your lips feel against mine. So soft and plump.”

His fingers glide through my hair, sending sparks down my spine as he pulls my head back to rest against his shoulder.

“Your smile and your cute little nose. The way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating, the way your blue eyes pierce into mine. You see right through me, you always have.”

“I love kissing you here.” He licks all the way down my neck. “And I really like how my hand feels wrapped around your throat.”

As I clench my thighs together, I can hear a subtle chuckle escape from him.

I gaze into the mirror, and notice the red flush slowly spreading across my neck. My nipples stand at attention. There’s a hunger in my eyes for him.

Every kiss he peppers down my right arm ignites a spark that courses through my entire body.

“I love the way it feels when you wrap your arms around me. It’s like home.”

With a tender gesture, he presses his lips to each finger, saving the thumb for last.

“Some days it’s okay to feel like you’re not enough. Everyone has bad days. But I need you to tell me. Promise you’ll tell me, so I can take the time to prove to you, on my God damn knees if I have to, why you’re wrong. Why you are worthy. I’ll remind you every day how perfect you are if that’s what you need.”

I give him a little nod. If I speak, I might cry. Just out of pure admiration for this man.

Next, he cups my breasts and squeezes.

“And these. Fuck. These are perfect. Look at them in my hands. Enough to squeeze, to tease.”

He rolls my erect nipples between his finger and thumb.

“Look how responsive you are to my touch.”

He pushes his hips, his hard dick digging into my ass, and a little moan slips out of me.

“Feel how hard I am. That’s just by looking at you. I have to fight it every second I’m with you, or thinking about you. So every minute of the day, I’m redirecting blood from my cock.”

As I sway my hips, a mischievous smirk appears on his face.

“Do I get you wet just by thinking about me?” He nibbles on my neck.

“Y-yes. All the time. It’s distracting.”

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