Page 55 of Phantom Mine

Strangled moans mixed with muttered curses fall incoherently from her lips and she buries her face in my neck. Her mouth closes around the skin at the base of my throat, drawing a matching groan from the depths of my chest. This is pure animal attraction, there’s no other way to describe the frenzied, primal connection between us.

She jerks against me with every stroke of my fingers inside her, every bounce rubbing against the hard length of my cock until I’m panting as loudly as she is.

If I’d left without tasting her, I would have lived with that unfulfilled need forever, with that absence of…something. With being able to recognize the absence was there but incapable of describing and defining it because I’d have gone without it. NowI know exactly what I would have missed and I intend to fulfill that need tonight.

Thank fucking god I didn’t stay away.

She tenses around me, tightening around my unrelenting thrusts. I keep driving inside, my fingers ruthless in their demand of her orgasm.

“More,” she gasps.

“More,cara?” I chuckle. “Are you always this greedy?”

She nods mindlessly, lost to her pleasure. Tilting my head towards her, I nip at her lobe, grazing the words into her ear. “Good thing I’m a giver.”

A disappointed whine leaves her lips when I set her on the floor, morphing into a surprised gasp when I lower down to my knees. It finishes as a delighted gasp when I lick a line from where my fingers are still buried inside her up her slit, closing my lips around her swollen clit and sucking it into my mouth.

Her hands grasp at my hair, completely disheveling me. She arches her hips into my face and I growl happily into her skin. The vibrations against her clit send a delirious shiver up her entire body and then she’s freezing. It’s like she’s caught in a moment, body splayed wantonly against the wall, mouth parted in pure pleasure, eyes squeezed closed.

I barely have time to slap my free hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds that come barreling out of her before she explodes all over my fingers. The music is deafening and would easily cover her screams if someone came down the hall right now. That’s exactly why I stifle them—the first time I hear her screams, I need to be able to hear every note, every nuance, every ragged inflection as she falls apart for me. Not some half muted imitation of the real thing.

Her body thrashes as aftershocks roll through her, stimulated by my mouth still clamped down on her clit. She slumps bonelessly as I stand. I catch her against my chest.

My hand curls around the back of her neck and I angle her face up. Her eyes peel open, dazed and slow to focus. The pupil contracts lazily, unhurriedly revealing the bewitching hazel color of her irises.

My fingers stroke her temple. “You know what I was thinking about when I was watching you dance?”

“Howdoesshe move her hips like that?” she quips, leaning into me.

I huff out a laugh, fingers moving softly down her cheek. “What your hair would look like splayed out on my pillow. I’m excited to find out.”

The prettiest blush I’ve ever seen bursts to life on her cheeks, making me groan.

Two things happen simultaneously.

Enzo calls my name, drawing my attention to him at the end of the hallway.

And when I look back at her, her eyes have widened, the haze of lust has receded and reality has set in.

With a frown, I turn back towards Enzo. “What is it?”

“He finished his meeting ten minutes ago,” he answers pointedly.

Which means Rocco could be roaming the halls as we speak, in search of some sadistic diversion to distract himself with. I nod in acknowledgment and he disappears.

Righting her dress and panties, I step away at the same time as she pushes gently against my chest.

“I have to go,cara.”

“Me too. I– My friend. I came here with my friend, I can’t believe I…” She looks around, a frazzled expression on her face. “She’ll be wondering where I am.”

I just manage to catch her wrist between my fingers before she walks off. When she turns, her eyes snag on where I clutch her arm and move down to where I slide a keycard into her palm.

“Raffles Hotel. I’m in the penthouse. Meet me there in an hour once you’ve said goodnight to your friend.”

A conflicted look crosses her face. I pull at her wrist gently, tugging her closer to me. She doesn’t resist, letting herself be drawn back into my orbit as her eyes soften. Her expression is open and trusting and it does something unruly to my insides because, where I’m from, no one looks at anybody like that. Hatred, pain, fear, disgust, I know all too well, but uncorrupted innocence and guileless faith?

Foreign as fuck to me.

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