Page 47 of Reverence

Fucking finally.

Katarina lifted her head, just a fraction, and gave her a wary look, but it was Juliette who tugged her back and they were kissing again.

Who’d have thought? The acerbic, occasionally cruel mouth was a delight. Soft and hard, sharp and soothing, tender and biting. Katarina’s kisses were very much like the woman herself, and Juliette would probably need to wear makeup tomorrow to hide the more visible marks. Because Katarina didn’t so much kiss as she branded. Juliette reveled in it. She remembered the very first time she’d seen this woman. The blood on her hands and slippers. The violence in her eyes. And the thought Juliette had then:This woman would leave bruises.

Accurate.

She dug her fingers in the blonde silky hair, tugging the pins out and sighing at the softness of it. At how it spilled over her skin. How her pulling at it caused Katarina to whimper, breaking the silence for the very first time since they entered the apartment. Katarina’s knees buckling and her mouth losing focus only delighted Juliette. It made her even hungrier. It made her ravenous.

“You like it.” Juliette couldn’t help but bite the sharp edge of the jaw, exposed when Katarina threw her head back. She bit again, and the whimper turned into a moan. “Tell me you like it.”

For some reason it felt imperative to know it, to have Katarina say it, and Juliette lifted her face to look into Katarina’s eyes. Eyes that were clouded, unfocused, and half-lidded. Katarina swallowed, her throat working up and down, and Juliette wanted to bite again, right there on the alabasterexpanse of skin, leaving a mark that even makeup wouldn’t cover. When had she turned possessive?

Her mind supplied the answer as she watched Katarina finally look back at her.

“I don’t.” Katarina fisted her own hands in Juliette’s hair and pressed their faces closer, whispering the words against skin. “I don’t like it. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand anything that is not your mouth on mine. I can’t stand all the women that are throwing themselves at you. I can’t stand you being utterly oblivious of everything around you and how everyone wants you. And I can’t stand you not seeing that I want you more than anyone.”

Katarina licked from Juliette’s neck to her ear and then sank her teeth into the lobe not too gently, sending shocks of sensation all the way to the very tips of her fingers. And into her already wet, wet panties.

Juliette bit her lip to hide her reaction but Katarina’s thumb traced her mouth, freeing the tender flesh before biting it herself. Harder. Oh, the bruises… All the bruises…

“No, Juliette, I don’t like your hands in my hair. Pulling, tugging. I don’t like that it makes me imagine how you will do it when my mouth is all over your pussy. Eating you out. Is that an expression? I hope it is, because I want to eat you alive. I want to leave nothing for anyone else.” Katarina sucked the now-bleeding lower lip into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue, the action so suggestive, Juliette shuddered. “No, I don’t like it. I fucking love it, Juliette. I’ve fucking wanted you to do it forever. And I’ve just fucking wanted you forever.”

This time, when Juliette pulled their faces close, they both moaned. They fit perfectly. Shoulders and breasts and pelvises. But above all else, their mouths. It felt like they had been kissing forever, the way Katarina would slide her tongue into Juliette’s mouth, the way Juliette’s would reach for it, suck on it. The waythe lips nipped and the teeth bit. The exact amount of pressure, the precise amount of pleasure.

Juliette was so lost in the assault of sensation she barely realized that Katarina’s hands were no longer in her hair, that the long fingers had dived under her skirt and nails were now dragging up her stockings, surely ripping them. Oh, but to have those fingers on her skin, on her thighs, inside her…

“You like it.” Katarina’s voice had the exact same inflection Juliette’s had when she’d uttered these words a few minutes ago. “You like it. Have you thought of me wanting you, Juliette?”

The wicked voice and the even more wicked fingers that trailed up her stocking-covered thighs, barely touching, were doing unspeakable things to Juliette’s breathing. To her pulse. To her runaway thoughts.

Yes, she had thought of Katarina wanting her. Granted, she had never once allowed herself to believe it would ever come to pass. But she had thought of it, and here they were.

Juliette nodded and sensed Katarina’s smile against the pulse fluttering in her neck. The smile was sharp enough she felt the teeth right before they plunged, and Juliette swore she’d come there and then.

“I need to hear you say it, Juliette. Now that you know I want you, I need you to say what it does to you. Say it!” Katarina bit again, and Juliette barely managed to clench her thighs together.

“Yes! Yes… I… It turns me on…” She panted more than spoke out loud, but Katarina smiled against her neck and then her deft tongue licked at the bruise that was surely forming.

“Good. So good. So delicious, Juliette. I wonder how delicious you are everywhere…”

The maddening fingers kept moving upward, skirting the very edge of the stockings now, tracing the frilly lace, teasing skin, giving just enough of a preview without giving away theshow. Juliette thought she’d go mad. And that voice would be her undoing. The low, husky, merciless voice that kept talking.

“And I have wanted you, Juliette. Have wanted you every night…” Katarina’s mouth was teasing her ear now, small puffs of air, gentle nips on the skin right beneath it. A turtleneck wouldn't save Juliette. Everyone would know. Juliette felt herself grow impossibly wetter at the thought. Everyone would know of Katarina branding her. Fucking her silly against the wall. Making her so weak, so powerless to resist, mad with want, desperate for the fingers that were tracing her naked inner thigh to slip inside and pound her pussy.

So wet. So fucking wet for her.

And Katarina kept winding the tightly coiled spring that was Juliette’s core to impossible heights. Her mouth sucked another mark under Juliette’s jaw, and she went on.

“I’ve wanted you, Juliette. And there have been nights when I couldn’t stand it. Like tonight. I’d be so sick of all these women pawing at you, I’d be so jealous, so mad and so hot for you, I’d come to my bedroom and close the door…” She stopped speaking long enough to place a line of small kisses on Juliette’s lower lip, mindful of the previous bites. Tender, gentle kisses. Juliette trembled.

Katarina’s whisper was thoughtful.

“Hmm, I’m not certain you’re paying attention, darling.”

And then, before Juliette could so much as draw breath, the fingers that had been playing at the edge of her ruined panties speared her, the feeling of being penetrated exhilarating and overwhelming. The burn of the stretch immediately overtaken by the sheet exultation of the relief. So much relief that Juliette moaned, coming on the spot.

Katarina held her up, hand on neck and their hips fused, as she slipped in and out of Juliette’s clenching pussy. The fingertips found the very root of her, unerringly, mercilessly,awfully, and Juliette was powerless, helpless, coming undone at the words, at the strokes, and Katarina just kept talking, kept placing tiny kisses alongher jawline, her mouth, her brow, even as her hand pressed on her clit at every down stroke.

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