Page 61 of The Fox

The left side of her hip.

Kiss.

The top of her pelvis.

Kiss.

Her sternum.

Kiss.

Her ribs.

Kiss.

The flesh of her breast.

Kiss.??

Amelia tenses with each spot and I feel the way she is struggling with being this bare, this vulnerable with me. Her eyes drop to mine. I stand, tracing her with my gaze and return to my spot behind her. I release her hair from the confines of her claw clip, brushing it back over her shoulders. I purposefully keep my touches feather light.

I want to coax her back to bliss.

I begin at her collar, that soft spot where Amelia’s neck slopes into her strong shoulders. I dance my caress down her arm, writing my love upon her skin. I bring her hand to reach back around my neck, making her body stretch against mine. Snaking my other hand around to her hip, I cup her pussy, feeling the warmth of her and I gently squeeze. A moan falls from her lips as her head falls back onto my shoulder.

“Eyes,kochanie.” I murmur in her hair, my mouth planting kisses while I watch us in the mirror. “Look at you. Such a good girl.”

My palm moves back down her arm before running over her ribcage, giving the brand there a brush with my thumb. I take her heavy breast into my hand. She overflows my grip, and I roll her pert nipple between two fingers. Amelia gasps, pushing her chest into my hand, as she arches her back further.

I slip one finger into her folds, running it along her wetness gathering there, before trailing it up to her other breast. I take Amelia’s arousal, coating her erect nipple with it, before tugging and pinching the firm bud slightly. I look up at the mirror, noting the way Amelia has relaxed. Her mouth is parted, and those eyes are heavily lidded with desire. I return my hand to her pussy. I slip two fingers deep inside, hooking them, and wrapping my right hand around her hips. I rub the sponge-like spot within her as our eyes lock. Amelia’s hips begin to grind against my hand.

“That’s it. Gods, I love you.” Her whimper fills the silence. A moan giving way to the softest sigh. In this moment, I am in charge, and Amelia willingly lays down her armor. “You are a goddess, Amelia Conte. I have never seen anything more exquisite than the masterpiece in front of me.”

I yank my fingers from her, spinning Amelia to face me. The hesitation from earlier is gone, having been replaced with desire, with yearning. I push our bodies backward until she reaches the side of the bed, gently pushing her to lay against the knit comforter. Her hair fans around her face as that plush bottom lip is pulled between her teeth.

I spread her legs, exposing her swollen pussy, and I pull her to the edge. “Knees to the bed, Amelia.” She obeys, pushing her knees as far apart as they will go. I see the final brand in the crux of her groin, and my lips move toward it. She squirms, her hands flying to my hair, weaving those fingers through my mane. I feel the scrape of her nails as she pulls against me.

“Rhodes. I’m so scared.” I lift my head and see her clinging to the last wall of the defenses mykochaniehas built.

“Why is this one different, Amelia?” I leave no room for negotiation in my question, pinning her with my stare. “What makes this brand so scary?”

“I’ve never let someone this close.”

That single sentence breaks my heart. While I have brought her pleasure from this position, Amelia has never been bared to me. This is the brand she’s kept hidden from the world. I am the first person to see it. I will be the last. I rest my chin on her calf and peer up at her. “I know, baby. I know. You say stop, we stop.” I lick my lips, letting my words sink in for a moment. “But I will never stop loving you, do you understand me?”

I wait, watching the woman above me process what I’ve just said. For the first time in her life, a man is loving her unconditionally. A man wants her for more than what her body can provide, and I know that is a foreign concept for Amelia.

A shuddering breath, the pulling in of her lips, and a shaky nod is all I’m given before Amelia guides me back to where she is branded. I place a gentle kiss there, replacing every negative thought with love before continuing to her glistening sex. A broad stroke with my tongue nearly sends her arching off the bed. I chuckle against her core. I lavish her with my mouth, sucking her lips between mine, while holding her legs open. Amelia puts pressure on the back of my head, keeping me right where she wants me. I bring her to the edge, over and over, denying her the free fall she craves each time.

“Please, Rhodes.” Her voice is needy now. I won’t last long once I start fucking her.

Standing, I grab a pillow from the bed, slipping it under her hips to change the angle. After pulling the shirt over my head with one hand, I begin slipping my jeans and underwear down my legs. I give my hard cock a tug, smearing the bead of precum over the head with my thumb before rolling the condom over my length.One day, I’ll take her bare.I cover her body with mine, forcefully placing her hands above her head.

“I love you,” I say against her mouth. “Are you going to let me love you the best way I know,kochanie?”

Amelia’s eyes dart along my face before meeting mine, and she gives me a small smile.

“I love you too,” she whispers.

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