Page 46 of Hell Hath No Fury

“Speak so distinctly American.”

I grin at her, considering giving her my best swagger, but then she swats me on my arm, so I switch tactics, pulling her into my fully.

We both stop laughing.

We stare at each other, her hands on my biceps, my hands on her waist, swaying to the beat of our own hearts. She raises herself up, and I lower my head just enough so she can reach my lips easily, though tentatively at first. I remain still, allowing her to take her time, her lips and tongue quickly gaining confidence until she’s kissing me with fervor.

Then, once again, her hand jabs me in my side, earning a wince as she says against my lips, “Get with the program, Antonio.”

I attribute many parts of myself to having known Lilith—possessiveness, passion, devotion—but the most surprising one would be playful.

Laughing softly, my hands move to her face, my palms cupping her cheeks. Our eyes meet and hold just as our lips touch, this time with purpose. We taste and tease, our hands exploring and caressing until we finally pull back, breathless, exhilarated.

I laugh again, my hands coming up between us as I confess, “I’m fucking shaking.”

My words are gruff, and we stand there for a moment, watching my shaking hands before she grabs them in her own. Her laugh is full of wonder, her eyes bright with emotion as she meets my gaze. “Me, too.”

Then she drops my hands, once again gripping me around my neck as she pulls me down, her mouth ravaging mine hungrily, edging us closer to the bed.

I grip her around her waist, moving one hand to the back of her dress, where I grasp the zipper, slowly drawing it down.

“Don’t get used to this matching lingerie thing,” she says as she pulls the dress down her arms, shoving the fabric over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. I glance at the crumpled silk at her feet, then back at her face as she quite intentionally gives the dress a bit of a kick.

I squash down my urge to retrieve it and fold it, instead stroking my hands along her waist, my eyes skimming over what little clothing she’s still wearing. “But it’ll look so nice on the floor.”

Her smile is radiant. Warmth fires in my chest, that euphoric feeling of possession taking hold.

Lilith unhooks the front clasp of her bra and stands holding the two parts together, her worried expression making me ask, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just not,” she begins slowly, obviously still trying to think of what she wants to say. She presses her lips together, clutching the bra to her front defensively as she stares up at me, panic brewing on her features.

Knowing what she’s trying to say, I place my hands over hers, bending down so I’m face-to-face with her. “Yeah, me either.”

A half-smile appears on her lips, and she rolls her eyes a bit. “Not even remotely the same.” She lifts her chin toward me, hereyes moving to my chest and then back to my face. “You’re even hotter now.”

“And so are you,” I reply softly, hoping my eyes convey the truth behind my words. “I promise, Lilith. You’re magnificent.’

Her brow lifts, her lips pursing in a manner that would indicate she doesn’t believe me. Knowing there are better ways to reassure her, I slowly walk her backward until the mattress touches her calves. Grasping her hands in mine, I ease them away from the bra she’s still clutching, and she allows me to help remove it.

Tossing the scrap of fabric on the floor, I use both of my hands to give her a push, knocking her off balance enough to topple her over onto the bed. She squeaks in surprise and then laughs, scooting herself further onto the mattress until she’s sprawled in the middle of it.

I watch her for a moment, that deep ache I’ve been carrying around in my chest for decades slowly easing. She’s lying back on the bed, her feet flat on the mattress, placed just wide enough for me to kneel between them rather awkwardly.

Lilith’s underwear is made of the same delicate silk as her bra, my fingertips gliding along the smooth material. “What do we have here?”

Her eyes widen then her hands cover her face. “That was not my idea. I was coerced, I swear.”

I chuckle, my fingers stroking along the open crotch of her silk underwear. “Uh-huh. Because you’re so easily led and all.”

“This time, I just gave up. Let them dress me like I was their personal life-size doll.”

“So, I should thank them later?” I tease.

“Please don’t. That will only encourage them.”

Smiling, I return my focus to the silk fabric barely covering her pussy. Her bent legs are tense, and her knees spread only far enough for me to get a glimpse. Sliding my fingers up her innerthighs, I push gently, slowly easing her knees wider until I have a clear view of exactly where I’m going to put my mouth.

“Scoot up,” I say quietly, my hands on her hips assisting her movement until she has slid up enough that her head is on a pillow, allowing me room to lie comfortably between her legs. Stroking my hands along her inner thighs, I lower my head, first breathing her in, teasing the smooth silk with the tip of my nose.

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