Page 55 of Nest Of Lies

I stare at him, uncertain, nervous. I’ve never done this, I don’t know- He steps forward and kisses me hard, silencing my brain. He tastes like black tea. I open my mouth, willing to drown in him.

His hands slide over my body, leading a path of scorching pleasure that has me shaking.

Somehow, he manages to get my jumper up and over my head, tossing it aside. I’m wearing too many clothes. He pulls my top up and hurls it away. I don’t even know how he’s getting me undressed so quickly.

He stares down at my naked breasts. The urge to reach and cover up is almost impossible to resist. It’s only the look of hunger that makes me pause.

“You’re beautiful, Lia.”

It’s the tone and the way he says it in a sigh that makes me think that he means it.

I moan as his thumbs dance over my hip bones before he hooks my leggings and underwear and drags them down over my legs. He follows them down, kneeling in front of me, and I rest a hand on his shoulder as I step out of them.

Not a word is spoken. Who needs words when a single touch of a thumb pad tells a story, when a sigh translates feelings?

And now, I’m naked, in front of the alpha I’ve been infatuated with for four years, and he’s kneeling on the floor in front of me. It’s a twisty, heady feeling. He’s so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at him.

“You can tell me to stop, Lia, and I will. I promise you’re safe with me. I will never do anything you don’t want to do. You know that, right?”

I nod my head. Mills, the gentle heart of Mirakill MC. Doesn’t he realise I’ve wanted this for years? If he doesn’t touch me, I might die.

He leans forward slowly and runs his fingers lightly up the back of my legs while he nuzzles my stomach.

“Why are you so perfect, Lia?”

“I’m not. I’m broken,” I admit because I’m not just naked, I feel like my soul is bared to him, too.

Mills snorts. “You are so far from broken. It’s ridiculous you even sharing the same air with the likes of us.”

I want to protest, but he nudges my legs apart and kisses my inner thigh, dangerously close to where I’m aching. I flinch at the lightning strike of intense feeling. Who knew that your inner thigh was so damn sensitive?

Thunder cracks outside, and it rains down in sheets. And now it really does feel like we’re alone in the world.

Mills doesn’t even stop. He moves unerringly closer to the junction of my thighs, to where the wetness has gathered. He finally reaches it, and I’m almost beside myself, wanting to shout at him. I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon. And the whole time, his hands stroke, calming and exciting me, turning me into putty.

He inhales, and it almost unmakes me. I think I die a little, watching him sniff me with that expression on his face.

Embarrassment wars with arousal.

I’m frozen, trying to think of something to say or do, and then he kisses me, right between my legs. I almost jump out of my skin.

“Mills!” I shriek.

“Sit down, Lia, and spread your legs. I promise this is going to feel good. It’s just for you.”

I step back at his urging and sit down. He doesn’t wait, pushing my thighs apart. I moan, but then his tongue touches, strokes, gives me a damn heart attack and sends me to my next life.

“Mills!” I moan. I cry out. My brain explodes and fireworks go off in their place. I don’t want him to ever stop. Oh, fuck, it feels so good.

Thunder cracks across the sky, drowning out my cries, while lightning flashes in the room, seeming to obey the wild rise of ecstasy that’s crashing through me.

Oh, god, I’ve never felt anything like this. The heat of his mouth and tongue. The way he presses inside, where no one has ever been before.

“Oh, fuck, you taste so good,” Mills says urgently and licks faster. “Fuck, Lia. I’m going to die happy.”

I whimper, and my hips rock against his face, chasing the pressure, obeying my instincts.

“Yes!” he hisses. “Just like that. Fuck my face while I eat you out.”

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