Page 64 of Entombed In Sin

Before I know it, I’m bending down and stealing a kiss. My lips press against her soft, full ones. I lean into her palm and groan as the conflicting emotions bring my blood to a boil and my heart to riot in my chest. This can’t be real, it’s not happening. But how can I deny the warmth radiating from her palm? That’s certainly real. Even with the flimsy barrier of my shirt, I can feel the blaze of heat.

Beatrix doesn’t kiss me back right away. She goes rigid and her breathing stops. It doesn’t deter me. I nip at her bottom lip, demanding a response.

“Knox.” Beatrix breathes against my lips.

I groan at the husk in her voice. “Come on, Beatrix. Let me in. Give memore.”

I’m being greedy. In the back of my head, I know this. Still, I won’t take less from Beatrix. And, because she is who she is, she gives me what I want.

Her free hand comes up, and she places it on my other pec. My body reacts, flinching again, but neither of us notice as my tongue dives into her mouth. My kiss is possessive, hungry, full of desperation.

Beatrix’s kiss is tentative, but when she commits, she allows me to take control and guide her. I shiver at her fluidity. Oneminute she’s wholly in control of the situation, doling out my punishment like a vengeful goddess. In the next, she is this sweet, innocent woman melting into me. I deepen the kiss, loving all the different sides of Beatrix Starr and needing to be close to every one of them.

Thisis how she’s gotten the twins so besotted with her. They saw all sides of Beatrix so clearly. How is it that it’s taken me this long to see how perfect she is? We might be the darkness and she might be the light, but that doesn’t matter. Because together is where we belong. I was just too stubborn to see that. Too selfish to care.

Maybe I was blinded. She’s lit up my world like a shooting star in an otherwise black sky. I’m certain that if I ever let her go, the world would plunge into perpetual night. And while I thrive in the dark—easily with the twins—I know I would never be happy again. I’d remain frozen and stuck.

I groan against Beatrix’s lips before pulling away and lower myself to my knees in front of her. As I kneel, I reach out and take the hem of her pants to pull them down with me.

“Knox!” Beatrix yelps breathlessly. “What?—”

“The first time I tasted you, I almost came right then and there,” I admit. I know I sound a bit crazed, but my head has never been clearer. “I’ve been between the legs of other women, but you? You tastedsodamn good. Like a dessert. You taste like peaches and cream but, like, with extra cream, and the cream’s my favorite part of that dessert. So please, my Starr, my beautiful,shiningStarr, let me taste you again,” I plead, needing this.

I don’t wait for her to answer—I simply continue pulling down her pants and then her soft, pink cotton panties. My left hand cups the back of her left calf before I slide it up slowly. Beneath my touch, Beatrix shivers.

“I thought you’d be mad at me,” she whispers. “After what I did to you.”

“I’m very muchnotmad,” I promise before leaning forward and kissing her thighs. I leave a trail of them as I move upward. She lets out soft gasps with each kiss. Bumps raise on her skin and trail behind where my lips have touched. When my hand gets to the back of her knee, I grab and lift it to place it over my shoulder. I glance up at her. “Hands in my hair, Shining Starr.”

Before she can move, I lean forward and take Beatrix’s swollen clit between my lips and suck. Beatrix’s scandalized gasp quickly shifts into a soft, husky moan. Her fingers dive into my hair as she arches her hips and rocks into me.

The fingers on my other hand come up, and I slide two into her wet pussy. The movement is unhindered, and her body clenches around me. I groan, remembering how good she felt wrapped around my cock. She was so warm and perfect. I need to be buried inside her again, minus the drugs this time. I want to feel this with a completely unaltered mind.

Deep inside her body, my fingers curl and caress Beatrix’s wet core, and my tongue swirls over her clit. While I work her up, her fingers dig into my hair. I groan as her nails scrape against my scalp. Her arousal drips down around my fingers and into my palm. Hungry like a ravenous beast, I lick it all up. She’s just as delicious as I remember. My cock strains against my pants, screaming for release. But as I devour and tease the woman standing above me, I know I need more than this. I need her touch. I insert a third finger, coaxing her body toward an orgasm.

Beatrix rocks her hips against my face, her moans of pleasure growing louder.

“Knox… I’m going to… to.Oh,yes!” she gasps, her breath hitching. Her grip tightens in my hair and she tenses. When she cries out, her body convulses, and her grinding becomes moreintense. I pump my fingers in and out, dragging the pads of them against her inner walls, prolonging her orgasm all while I continue sucking her clit. I keep going until her body stops milking my digits. When her pussy stops fluttering, I pull my hand away, remove her leg from my shoulder, and stand.

Beatrix stares up at me, her gaze hooded as she breathes hard. I hold it as I lift my fingers and suck all her juices off them. Her mouth pops open in surprise.

“Fucking,delicious,” I tell her. “Want a taste?”

“Ah, I don’t?—”

I shove my index finger into her mouth before she can object. “Suck, my Shining Starr.”

Beatrix’s eyelashes flutter before her lips wrap around my finger and she does what she’s told. Her tongue curls around my finger, making sure she gets every last drop. When she’s done, I pull my finger free.

“See? Don’t you think you taste good?”

Beatrix licks her lips, not speaking right away. When she does, she tilts her head to the side and asks, “Why are you calling me your Shining Starr? What happened to Starr Girl?”

“You’re not justsomegirl,” I tell her firmly. “You’re the light in my dark world. That ok?”

Her shoulders creep up and her eyes drop to our feet, but she nods.

“Hey, none of that. Believe it, alright?” I grab Beatrix’s hips, lifting her up and to me. Instinctually, her legs wrap around my waist. Her hands start toward my shoulders, but she thinks better of it, letting them fall back and slap against the glass wall behind her. The redirection infuriates me. “No, touch me, Beatrix. Touch meeverywhere. There are no limits for you.Neverfor you.”

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