Page 126 of Unwrapping Deviance

We’ll make it work. We’ll figure it out.

My obsession is still in bed. Pussy bare where her top has bunched up around her waist. Her hair spills in a rich, brown gold across the pillow in loose waves.

She’s on her back, one leg bent, the other straight and twisted up in the sheets. She’s breathing slow and even, face tilted slightly away from me. Faint fingers of soft blue highlight her dusky lashes resting delicately against the smooth curves of her cheeks. Her skin holds the light scent of her roses and sex.

Sex and roses. My new favorite scent.

She’s resting so peacefully. So ... warm and soft. Inviting. I just want to crawl in next to her and pull her into my arms. Nuzzle the back of her neck.

Goddamn it.

Everything. Fucking everything — perfect.

She’s perfect.

I tell my cock to sit down. We’re not here for that as I reach to lightly touch her cheek.

Yup. I’m fucked.

Biting back a groan, I make to touch her again. My mouth opens to call her name when she lets out a tiny huff of air and shifts. Her brows crease, twisting her features into one of distress.

A nightmare, I realize with a prickle of panic. I hadn’t seen how Daniel handled it last time. He held her, which seems easy enough to do or should I get Daniel? Did she want him? Did it matter? I mean, Daniel was the one I went to when I had a nightmare as a kid or when I wet the bed and was too scared to tell anyone in case Dad found out. Daniel always made everything better.

“Christian...”

For a panicked second, I think she’s woken up. But her eyes are still closed, her breathing ragged.

Is she dreaming about me? Doesn’t seem like a good dream when she gives a little grunt and shifts.

Fuck. She’s going to wake Daniel. He’s going to ask me too many questions about why I need to go to Mayfield. Sure, I’m an adult and can go if I want, but he’d get suspicious and ruin the surprise.

Thinking fast, I kick off my shoes and tear off my top and get in next to her.

“Okay, sweetheart.” I pull her into my chest. “I got you. It’s okay.”

Mira doesn’t hesitate sliding her arms around my neck, hooking her leg over my hip. I am very aware of her naked mound pressed firm over my hardening erection.

I ignore it because I’m a gentleman. I keep my hands on the hot arch of her back burning my palm through her top. I rub the trembling lines in soothing strokes.

There is nothing sexual about it — I think. I’m staying above the waist, not letting my hands wander, but Mira shivers. She exhales a quiet puff of air that doesn’t sound like someone being comforted, especially when she follows it up with rub of her pussy up my dick.

Shit.

“Baby?” I whisper, absolutely certain she’s awake.

Her grinding increases. Quickens. Her lips move at my throat, my bobbing Adam’s apple. Tiny kisses that are sending little currents of electricity down my ... everything.

I’m going to hell, but fuck it.

I palm her ass and pull her closer. Her sweet moan echoes through me, urging and hot.

But no! No. Can’t fuck her. Can’t. Not when she’s asleep.

Can I?

No! No, Christian, you fucking can’t. Even your freaky ass can’t cross that line.

But she’s still rubbing herself against me like a lost kitten, making those pathetic mewling sounds that make my cock pulse.

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