Page 81 of Unbind

The sensation of pushing into the tight channel of her body, into that slick heat, of having my flesh drag against hers with nothing between us, is so intensely pleasurable that I may black out. It’s not just the sensation, though. It’s the sight of her above me, her pale skin and taut pink nipples, the sight of my dick disappearing inside her beautiful body inch by inch. It has me feeling all kinds of emotions that lie heavily on my chest, pressing down just as much as she’s doing with her hand as she feeds me in.

There are so many things I could say. Things I won’t say, shouldn’t say, shouldn’tfeel.

‘You are so beautiful,’ I say lamely instead, fingers flexing on her hips. ‘You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’

Forget the sights I just described—the disbelieving, bashful smile that spreads over her face at my words is the best of them all. I rear up, propping myself on one hand so I can cup her face and kiss her.

‘Really?’ she murmurs against my lips.

‘Really,’ I tell her. In response, she sinks down, rolling her hips to accommodate me somewhere gloriously deep inside her body as I bottom out. I groan into her mouth, my tongue coaxing hers, because she was absolutely fucking right, as always.

This is far better than sleep.

‘Well, you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,’ she says a little shyly. ‘Every part of you is so perfect.’ She shifts, wrapping her arms tightly around me as she buries her face in my neck. ‘I—I don’t know how to handle it, really.’

In a minute, I’ll lie back down so I can thrust inside her properly as she rides me. I’ll give her that friction she craves so badly.

But for now, just for a moment, I band my arm around her, and I sit with this.

This sensation.

This emotion.

This staggering, terrifying, awe-inspiring intimacy we’re sharing.

48

ADAM

I’ve just caught my new girlfriend staring at my old mate for the third time since I introduced them twenty minutes ago in the bar at Alchemy. It’s her night off, and this evening is supposed to be about my carrying her off to a room and spanking that pretty little arse until it’s perfectly pink and she’s begging me to fuck her.

It’snotsupposed to be about watching her make eyes at Gabriel fucking Sullivan.

I lean in, putting my mouth to her ear. ‘Should I be jealous?’

She starts and giggles. ‘No, not at all. It’s just?—’

‘Just what?’

‘Don’t you think he looks like the devil? Like, if the devil was in human form,that’swhat he’d look like.’

I can’t help it. I guffaw so forcefully I send champagne splashing over the rim of my flute and onto my trousers. Bugger.

‘I’m serious.’ She brushes ineffectually at my thigh. ‘He looks… satanic.’

I laugh again. ‘Do you know what his former profession was, until he succumbed to the dark side a few months ago?’ I whisper in her ear, enjoying that delicate floral scent on her skin, the way she shivers at the proximity of my mouth. I cover the palm on my thigh with mine and intertwine our fingers.

‘What?’ She turns to face me.

I say the words against her lips. ‘Apriest.’

She throws her head back and laughs, and I sit there grinning at the beautiful sight of my girlfriend when she’s tickled pink. ‘You’re pulling my leg.’

‘Nope. He was a man of the cloth. And leaving the priesthood was a source of great distress to him, so when callous little wenches compare him to Satan it’s pretty fucking rude.’

She’s still laughing when she returns her lips to mine. ‘Don’t tell him, then. God, he must have had a very female-heavy congregation.’

I shake my head at her. ‘Got a thing for priests, do you?’

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