Page 37 of Sins and Secrets

I do as he says and lock them in place. It forces me to roll my shoulders back.

He gives me an approving nod and lifts something up. “I’m going to put this on you, okay?”

“Yes.” It’s a blind fold. My stomach flips and my clit throbs. He hasn’t even touched me much, and I’m already burning for him. He lifts it over my head, resting it on my forehead. “Why?”

“If you can’t see, it heightens the other senses. And…” His voice drops. “It might be easier for you if you aren’t looking at me.”

Why would that matter? I like ogling at him. The world goes dark before I can respond.

His hot breath is on my neck, his lips brush against the tender skin. Not a kiss, more like he’s gliding his mouth over to my ear. The warmth and sensuality shocks me. He’s started off in such an intimate location. As he moves on the path he’s created, the feather soft sensations make me crave more. I lean in, desperate for a stronger touch. His hand snakes through my hair and holds me away, keeping my neck taut but out of the reach of his touch. His voice is low with a menacing edge to it. “Don’t be greedy, I’ve just begun.”

A shiver courses through my body and I ache for more. His fist tightens around my hair. Logically, I could escape, release my grip on my arms. But he said I can’t, and as badly as I crave him to touch me, I need to hear him call me a good girl even more.

His breath leaves the skin of my ear and I’m cold without it. Before I can protest, his lips are on mine, kissing me hard.

Once the initial shock vanishes, I groan as I kiss him back. He keeps my head exactly where he wants it. His tongue claiming my mouth, I mirror his action. This is a thousand times better than I imagined.

His other hand traces up my waist, his knuckles brushing across my cool stomach. His thumb traces the silk in my bra on the lower part of my breast. I moan again as he kneads my nipple. I desire his touch and the fabric blocks his full access. It’s the barrier I hate more than anything. I need more.

Moaning to communicate my desire, he breaks away from our kiss. The whimper of disappointment leaves my lips and a part of me wishes he would take it back.

“Do you want more?” His voice is dark and husky. I struggle to find the man I’ve known. Is this even the same person?

“Yes, please.” I don’t recognize the pleading in my voice. He releases his grip on my head and takes his thumb off my nipple. Rude.

He doesn’t touch me, but I can smell him. His aura feels like a blanket around me, yet he’s intangible. Then, across my chest, a finger traces from my bra strap to my cleavage and back to the other strap.

“Your skin is already flushed.” His voice is gravelly, intense. “Your body responds fucking perfectly.”

Unsure what to say, I go with something I hope pleases him enough to touch me again. “Thank you.”

He pushes the fabric of my bra down. The rush of cold air is quickly diminished when he clamps his mouth around my breast, his tongue rolling it like his thumb did only a few minutes earlier. He plays with my other breast with one hand, while his other hand rests on my hip. My breathing hitches with every squeeze, getting rougher and more intense with every passing second.

When his teeth and lips target the nipple he’s been working on, the pain shoots through my body and focuses on my clit. I cry out and moan in pain and pleasure. I thought there wasn’t going to be any pain. But fuck, I’m glad there is.

He moves his attention to the other breast, working it to the point of abuse. When he bites this time, I’m prepared for the flood of pain, but not the rush of arousal. My pussy is screaming for any sort of treatment, and squeezing my thighs together isn’t providing the release I need.

He presses his knee between my legs, and a few quick grinds releases some of the building pressure. He pulls his leg away and I’m left more frustrated. “Please,” I whimper.

“Please, what?”

“Please, touch me.”

His hands caress my sides, his splayed fingers covering as much surface area he can. “I am.”

His fingers stop at my hips, digging into the space between where my panties meet my skin. I grind into nothing.

“Please.” I’ve never begged before. Will he live up to his promise?

His fingers continue to trace where my skin meets fabric. “Please, what?” God he has to know what I want.

“Please, touch my clit.”

Both of his hands trace down toward the center of my panties. “Waverly, you’re soaked. Is that for me?”

Why is he asking such a stupid question? Touch me already. I’d say anything at this point. “Yes!”

His warm breath lingers on my neck again and he moans as soon as he touches the wet cotton. It’s a sensation overload and the pleasure is more than I expect. My panting breaths start to make me dizzy. My legs shake uncontrollably, Lukas wraps his arm around my waist and keeps me upright. His masterful finger brings me closer to the edge. Any grip I have on reality is about to completely fade out.

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