Page 122 of Unsteady

He shuts me up with a kiss, gripping my hips in his hands that nearly span my entire waist, hefting me so I can wrap my legs around him. It causes the silk to slip all the way up my legs and bunch at my waist, which seems to be his goal.

“No apologies, Gray.” He kisses down my neck. “Never apologies, with you. I love you so much. I love you.”

He never stops saying it as he lays me across one of the cloth covered tables, the glow of moonlight illuminating my skin. His bowtie disappears along with his suit jacket, before he latches his mouth to my collarbones and gently slides the thin straps of my dress down my arms, until my breasts are bared to him.

My breath shutters out of me as his hand drifts to my center. He hisses when he finds only bare skin.

“All night?” he asks, pressing firmly against my clit, drifting his fingers lighter down my lips before circling back in a cruel, little pattern.

“No panty lines.” I barely push through my lips, followed by a desperate, loud moan as his fingers enter me.

I try to calm myself down and not come yet, because IknowRhys is about to sink to his knees and lick me until I’m a shaking mess, but nothing I do is working.

I’m already on the precipice, just looking at him in the dark shadows of the room. Golden boy Rhys Koteskiy has disappeared, and in his place is the darkness that I know thrums in his veins. Maybe it scared him before, but this unleashed version of him—I love him just as much as the shining star.

He gives me that dark, teasing look, like he knows exactly how close I am.

“Say it again,” he demands.

“I love you.”

“Good girl,” he says, sinking to his knees and teasing my slit with his tongue, not bothering to remove the two fingers he has stilled inside me. It takes barely two minutes with his lips around my clit, sucking and tonguing in rapid succession that I go off like a bomb.

I clench around his fingers, even as his lips leave me. He appears over me again, kissing me and the taste of myself on his lips, in his mouth, is so erotic I pulse again.

He uses his hands now to undo his belt and pants, pulling himself free while I lay like a boneless mass of muscle.

I think I’d do anything he wanted right now.

“God,” he grounds out, sliding slowly into me, even as my still pulsing pussy clenches up around him. It doesn’t matter that I’ve barely come down from my orgasm, I can feel that my heartbeat has taken up residence in my center, like it’s begging for more.

“The first time I saw you like this, I thought you were too fucking small for me.”

I whine, high and loud as he inches forward, again, still holding back.

“But you fit me like a fucking glove, baby,” he coos, before slamming in to the hilt. My back bows, breasts heaving as he starts to fuck me, hard and insistent.

It always feels like the first time with him, and I wonder if years from now, when we have kids and a yard and a dog, if I’ll still feel this way.

He doesn’t let up, doesn’t pause, continues to thrust and work me through another orgasm, before he’s pinching my nipple with one hand and holding my chin with the other.

“Give me one more,kotyonok.” His voice is hoarse now, his temple shining with a light sheen of sweat.

“Rhys—I-I can’t,” I cry.

“You can. Say it again, and come for me.”

He plays his fingers across my clit again, waiting until the words, “I love you,” pour from my lips, before pressing on me, like striking a match, I lose myself again.

He follows me, telling me loves me, a constant stream of praise as he discards the condom and cleans me up, putting my straps back over my shoulder and helping me up. And he never stops kissing me. I straighten my dress as he tosses the tablecloth we used in the corner trash can.

I can’t stop smiling at him, but do turn to grab for my phone while he gets redressed.

Because it’s lighting up, with five missed calls from an unknown number, but a local area code.

Just as I go to click, the call comes in again.

“Hello?”

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