Page 46 of A Twisted Gift

Erik’s breath skates over my skin, causing goosebumps to form. His lips drag across my collarbones before dipping lower. With a groan, he kisses in between my breasts, the action worshipful, and I find myself arching into him.

“Beautiful,” he whispers.

He uses his tongue then, licking one of my nipples in a way that has me gasping. I’ve touched them before, but it’s never felt like this. It has my stomach tightening and my core aching.

With his hands gripping my waist, he sucks gently, flicking his tongue back and forth over my nipple. A sound escapes me unlike any before, halfway between a moan and a whine. Erik chuckles, moving to my other nipple, and I find myself choking on my next breath.

He stays there, alternating between my breasts and licking at my nipples, for what feels like hours. I can feel how wet he’s made me between my legs. More wet than I’ve ever made myself.

What if he doesn’t like that?

I’m not sure if it’s normal, and I bite my lip, wishing I’d asked Marissa more questions about sex. Whenever she talked about it, I was curious, but I was worried she’d judge me or think I was weird for wanting to know about something I’d never get to experience.

Erik leaves a trail of kisses down my body, his head moving lower and lower. I expect him to stop, but he goes past my belly button, and then my hips. He slips off the bed, his knees hitting the ground, and then I find myself being yanked closer to him.

“Oh!” Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch him, unsure what he’s doing.

Erik pushes my thighs apart, gazing in between my legs longingly. I squirm, heat rushing through my body. I’ve never been stared at like this before, and definitely notthere.

“You look perfect,” he murmurs. He lowers his head, but when my whole body tenses, he stops and looks up at me questioningly.

“What are you going to do?” I whisper, worried I already know the answer. But he wouldn’t, would he? I don’t think it’d make sense. Maybe it’s just my imagination running wild.

“I told you, little rose. There are quite a few things I can do to you with my tongue.”

Not my imagination.

“What if you don’t like it?”

“Why wouldn’t I like it?”

“Because it’s…” I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling my cheeks burning.

What if he thinks it’s gross?

“Because it’s what?”

“It’s wet,” I force out.

“I wouldn’t be doing my job right if it wasn’t.”

At that, some of the tightness in my chest eases. “And you… you’re sure you’ll like it?”

He smiles, but it’s not in the condescending way I’m used to when I ask a naive question. Erik’s eyes crinkle near the corners, and there’s no impatience in his expression. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought of this, Raina. I’ve craved your taste for years. Even when I wasn’t sure you were real, I obsessed over it.”

Erik presses a kiss to my inner thigh, inhaling deeply.Smelling me, I realize after a moment.

“So there’s no question of whether I’ll like it or not,” he continues. “There’s no way I won’t.”

“You mean it?”

He laughs, but I don’t feel mocked. Instead, I find myself smiling alongside him, caught up in the rush of seeing him like this. He was so serious yesterday, but now, it’s like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Like I’m all there is for him to focus on, and that’s how he likes it.

“I’m positive, little rose.”

Making myself take a deep breath, I relax. “All right.”

He watches me for a beat, as if he’s expecting me to change my mind. When I don’t stop him, he lets out a relieved sound before leaning down. He licks me, and instead of pulling away in disgust, he groans and does it again.

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