Page 59 of Kortlek

Cove’s the picture-perfect man. My picture-perfect man.

The longer I stare, the stronger the urge is to kiss him. To love him and to take him away from all of this madness. But I can’t. My demons won’t just disappear if I do. They’ll follow me wherever I go, and Cove doesn’t deserve to deal with that bullshit forever.

As the faintest sunshine glimmers through the thick, grey clouds, it falls directly onto his face, wrapping around him like a halo. It may be my imagination, but at this moment, I know our future can be very bright. He’s the light spot in my life, the one I’ll hold onto even if I lose everything else.

Slowly, Cove turns to look at me, and my breath gets stuck in my throat. His eyes are sleepy and dull, as they always are, but they seem to soften a fraction. For the first time, I can see the depth of his affection and the depth of the struggle he’s trying to hold in.

For someone who’s terrible with words, his expressions sure tell a lot. That’s more than enough for me. Hearing him say everything he’s thinking would be great, but knowing that he doesn’t feel forced into it while he’s with me and that he can be himself is the best gift.

I love this man.

Like a moth to the flame, I’m drawn to him. To the darkness that sometimes peeks through his eyes, to the bruising temper he has, to the roughness of his voice. Cove Steele is the man I’d do anything for. The only weakness that I have. The biggest strength that I have. Someone who loves me with all of my flaws, without trying to change me.

“You’re staring, little bunny,’’ he murmurs.

I get snapped back into reality, blinking. The wind blows in my face, causing me to close my eyes, and when I open them again, Cove’s standing right in front of me. His eyes skim around us. Since we stopped, maybe a few cars drove past us.

When he turns his attention back to me, there’s a devilish smirk on his face.

I raise a brow, amused. “Cove, no.’’

“It will be fun. Pretty please?”

He sees the resignation on my face, followed with a deep sigh. He picks me up by the sides and hoists me up on my bike. His fingers hook on the hem of my pants, pulling them down to my ankles in one swift motion.

My back hits the hand clutch, and Cove steps below my pants, pulling my legs on each of his shoulders. The smirk doesn’t leave his face, his hands idly tracing patterns all over my inner thighs. My heart is beating furiously in my chest, the fear of being caught by innocent people passing us only making me more aroused.

Slowly, he pulls my underwear to the side, tracing the outline of my pussy with his fingers. A wave of something akin to electric shock spreads through my body, and I can’t look away. I stare at him as he deliberately lowers his head, his hot breath fanning over my most sensitive parts. My wetness drips down onto the leather seat under me, and a loud growl rumbles from Cove’s chest.

He puts his mouth on me, and I moan loudly,my body arching to meet his lips. His tongue darts all over my clit, savoring and tasting every single drop that I have to offer. He grips my thighs and yanks me closer to him, the wind mixed with his hot breath causing another wave of chills to spread down my body.

“Cove,’’ I breathe out, and he chuckles against my pussy, lifting his head for a moment. A sheepish grin is on his face, his chin glistening from my wetness. It nearly causes my heart to explode. If I could, I’d take a picture of him at this moment and have it framed.

“Yes, bunny?”

“Nothing, continue.’’

He laughs, then gives my clit a long suck. I bite my lip, the organs in my stomach mashing together. The tip of his tongue probes at my entrance, teasing me and testing the waters. He groans slightly, my entire body trembling under the vibrations.

He laps up all of my juices, doubling his efforts. My eyes close for a moment, and in the darkness, I can see the stars. I feel everything. Every time he grips my thighs tighter, every time his callous fingers brush against my skin, and every single spot his tongue tastes.

He slaps my thigh roughly, and I open my eyes.

“Eyes on me, bunny,’’ he threatens. “Seeing your eyes roll back when you come on my tongue is one of the greatest things I’ll ever witness. Don’t you dare look away.’’

I can’t seem to find my words. Instead, I nod a couple of times, struggling not to close my eyes. He goes back to work, grazing my swollen clit slightly. The moans slip from me before I can stop him, and with each one, he seems to go harder.

A car drives by, and that fuels the adrenaline pumping in my veins to the max.

“You taste so fucking good, bunny,’’ he groans against me. “You’re my favorite meal.’’

“Cove,’’ I cry out. The orgasm starts building in the pit of my stomach, my heart racing against my ribcage. My breathing is shallow, and despite the wind blowing, my entire body feels hot. Something twists and turns in my stomach, and my throat goes dry.

“Yes?”

“Please,’’ I whimper.

“Please, what?”

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