Page 45 of A Twisted Gift

Erik’s tongue slips into my mouth, and I let out a startled noise. Instantly, he yanks himself back. He’s out of breath, his hands planted on the wall on either side of my head. “I’m sorry.”

It takes me a moment to wrap my head around what just happened. I blink a few times, the feeling of his tongue against mine still there.

“I didn’t know people did that,” I manage. My heart is beating wildly, and it feels like my chest is going to burst.

“Did what?”

“The… the tongue thing.”

He smiles, that wild look coming back again, but he keeps it leashed. “Oh, there are quite a few things I can do to you with my tongue.”

I feel my brows pulling together. “You want to… lick me?”

But I don’t really care about the answer, rising up until my lips meet his again. He chuckles against my mouth, the sound deep and comforting.

“I think it’d be easier if I showed you.”

I nod, unsure of what to expect, and he leads me over to his bed. My stomach jumps, both from nervousness and anticipation. I’ve thought about this so many times, but now that I’m here, any confidence I had has vanished.

What am I supposed to do? Should I take his clothes off? Get on the bed? I don’t know—

“Can I kiss you again?” Erik asks.

“Please,” I whisper.

He threads his hands through my hair and tilts my head back, the corners of his mouth curving upward in a beautiful smile. It looks different now, but it’s the same one I’ve missed for years.

When Erik’s lips meet mine, he groans again. His hands fall to my waist, gripping me there and pulling me against him. It resurrects the butterflies I felt in my stomach last night. Kissing him is so much better than I ever dreamed. His lips are soft, moving against mine gently, letting me explore and find my own footing.

My robe has slipped open some, my skin sliding against Erik’s. We’re touching at every point we possibly can be, but it’s still not enough. I think he must feel the same way because he grasps at the material.

“Can I take this off?” His gaze drops to where my breasts are squished against his torso. “Wanna see you, little rose. All of you.”

Oh.Maybe I don’t need to know what to do. Maybe I can just follow Erik’s lead and learn what he likes slowly.

I shrug off my robe and let it drop to the floor. Erik’s breath catches, and he steps back to take me in, his gaze darkening as he does.

“Raina. God, Raina.”

A single finger traces down my body, his eyes following. It ignites something inside me—not a painful burn, but one that has me standing on my tiptoes and tugging Erik’s neck down until his mouth crashes against mine. The force of it knocks me back, or maybe he does it intentionally. Either way, we land on the bed with him on top of me, his lips moving fervently against mine.

“I love the way you taste,” he mutters against my neck. “The way you feel underneath me. I need… I need more.”

When he pulls away, his gaze questioning, I nod. I’m not sure what he means—everything I’ve been told about sex was kept vague because my sister would get squeamish—but I know that I want it. I wanthim.

“Just tell me if I go to far.” He kisses me, his tongue dipping inside my mouth. “I don’t want to push you.”

I nod again.

“No—no, Raina. I need you to say it.” His lips are on my neck now, like he can’t resist me. I can practically feel the resolve it takes for him to pull back again. “If I make you uncomfortable, promise you’ll stop me.”

“I will,” I whisper, my hands traveling up his muscular arms. It’s almost too overwhelming already, and it feels like we’ve barely started. But I can’t stop now. My body is buzzing with tension and anticipation, and I like the way he can’t stop kissing me.

He watches me for a second before nodding. “Okay.”

The next second, he’s cradling my head, his lips moving against mine again. I touch him, too, running my fingers through his hair and down his back. I’m not sure I’m doing it right, but then he shudders and deepens the kiss, his movements somehow turning even more desperate.

“More,” he mutters, nuzzling my neck. “Can’t get enough of you.”

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