Page 131 of Untamed

I lean in with a little cackle of glee and shut it off.

“I am never going to hear the end of this, you know,” I say with a laugh, even as my heart beats faster and arousal pools between my legs. Who knew that bringing my two lives together, my fantasies and hopes and dreams, right here in the open with my real-life book boyfriend, would be so utterly addictivelyhot?

His gaze lingers, dark and heavy, the corner of his mouth tugging into that smirk that always makes my pulse skip a beat. The soft hum of the city outside buzzes in the background, but here, it feels like we exist in our own world.

“You enjoyed that too much,” I murmur, leaning against the pile of books behind me.

He follows, one knee pressing between my legs, as he braces his hands on either side of me.

Oh yes.Love.

I love that so much.

“I’m not the only one,” he says, eyes flicking to where I nervously tug my bottom lip between my teeth.

I smile, not bothering to deny it.

His hand skims down my side, then back up again, before he hooks a finger in the string of fairy lights.

“Rodion,” I say warningly. “Don’t you?—”

“Careful, little queen. You’re not about to tell me what I can and cannot do, are you?” His eyes glint dangerously at me. I bite my lip. “That’s what I thought,” he finishes, tugging the fairy lights into a straight strand.

He bends and snags the hem of my dress with his teeth, dragging it up so he can divest me of my clothes. The little dress I wear falls into a heap at the foot of my bed, followed in short time by my bra and panties.

Oh my god.

I watch, mesmerized, as he loops the string of lights around my wrists, down under my breasts, over the swell of my belly, between my legs, and finishes at my ankles. I’m trussed up like a Christmas tree. I couldn’t get away now if I tried.

The first real kiss is slow, deliberate. His mouth claims mine with a kind of unhurried patience that makes my body sing with need. The books behind me shift slightly as I arch into him, the fairy lights casting soft shadows across the room. I kiss the edge of his jawline when he bends closer to me, my wrists too secured for me to touch him.

“Is this safe?” I ask, jerking my chin at the fairy lights. “These books aren’t exactly pillows, Rodion?—”

“Quiet, Ember. It’s my turn now.”

He arranges the pillows and blankets so I’m cocooned on either side, the books arranged all about me, ensuring I’ll never look at them the same way again.

I gasp when he takes two of the thickest ones and slides them under my ass.

“Shh.” He bends his mouth and licks the side of my thigh. He suckles, teeth scraping the tender skin. My hips rise, needing the wet heat of his mouth justthere.

“I told you,” he whispers in my ear. “I’d let you make those videos under the condition that I’m your only real-life book boyfriend.”

“Hmm, I don’t know about—oooh.”

He silences me with a firm swipe of his tongue right where I need him most. Oh my god, it feels like heaven and hell wrapped all together.

Yes, please.

He teases me with the tip of his tongue before he licks lazily, anchoring himself on my hips with a groan of pleasure. Somehow, hearing how much this excites him makesmeeven hotter for him.

My mouth is dry, and I’m stifling a pant when he suckles again, the perfect pressure of his tongue making my hips jerk with need. Again and again, I’m drowning in pleasure when he reaches for my nipples and tweaks them. Pleasure cascades down my spine like molten lava, and I shiver in glee.

“Please,” I whisper. “Yes,please.”

His low, dark chuckle between my legs makes me whimper. Again, he licks me before he slides one hand down between my legs and thrusts two thick fingers inside me. Pleasure bursts inside me, and I whimper out a moan.

“Rodion,” I whisper. “Oh my god, please, yes, yes, right there.”

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