Page 62 of Veiled Vows

Whatever makes this feel so good, I never want it to leave.

Roman surges against me as he licks, sucks, and kisses all over my lips and core, then he dips his tongue inside me as far as he can reach. When he’s not fucking me with his tongue, he’s paying intense attention to my clit with flat licks of his tongue and tantalizing nudges of the pointed tip. He pushes against me and buries his face deep between my thighs, not even coming up for air, and as pleasure surges, I can’t help but close my thighs around his head and hold him there.

Moans and whimpers fall from my lips, I arch from the seat as pleasure coils hot and needy in my lower belly, and my entire body flushes hot as he sucks and kisses me closer and closer to orgasm.

I can’t breathe. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. I need him to keep going and never stop, I need him to do this for the rest of my fucking life.

He thrusts his tongue deep and massages my breast, gripping my hip so tight that it’s almost painful. But it makes me feelowned. Cared for. Like I’m truly wanted and desired. Like I’m worth something.

That makes it more erotic than anything else, and my eyes roll back in my head as he eats me out to a powerful orgasm that leaves my stomach rolling, my core clenching, and my thighs quivering. He continues to eat me through it all, and my head spins with utter delight as pulse after pulse of pleasure throbs through my core. It’s not until he pulls away and crawls over me to kiss me that a dawning realization rises in my tired, happy mind.

When he looks me in my eyes as he kisses me, my heart skips with excitement.

And why does every touch feel so fucking good?

Fuck.

Am I falling in love with him?

24

JASMINE

“Feels weird being here,” Catherine says, huddling into her oversized cardigan. Despite the warmth of late summer, Catherine huddles up like I’ve taken her to lunch in the dead of winter. I won’t comment though. Given what she’s been through, it’s a wonder she even agreed to a quiet lunch at our favorite place.

“Do you want to leave?” Placing my teacup down, I cross one leg over the other and relax back in my chair. “I don’t mind if you do.”

“No.” Catherine shakes her head and tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear. “It’s good to be here, I just…” She glances over her shoulder and shrugs. “I feel like I’m just waiting.”

“Seth can’t hurt you anymore,” I remind her gently. “And I had this entire place cleared out. There’s no one here but me and you, a couple of staff, and my bodyguards. You’re safe.”

“You still won’t tell me what happened between you and Seth?” Catherine fixes me with a slightly accusatory look.

I maintain my innocence with a smile. “Nothing happened.”

“I don’t believe you,” she replies, the accusation slipping into her tone, but a small smile slips onto her lips.

“It’s better this way.” I resume drinking my tea. “Besides, Seth was…entertainment on date night.”

“With Roman?” Catherine’s entire aura shifts and curiosity sparks in her eyes. “The guy you hate.”

“Exactly.” A lie. “Hate is a strong word.”

“Is it?” She tilts her head and nibbles delicately on the corner of a sandwich. “Your families have been at war for years. Hisdadhad you kidnapped and traumatized as a teen. He’s also responsible for the deaths of so many of your people.”

“True, as am I for his,” I reply, then a deep sigh rushes through me. “I don’t know. In the beginning, it was purely business. We both had goals, and an alliance was the only way to reach those goals.”

“And now?”

“Now it’s … complicated.”

“Because you’re addicted to his dick.”

“Catherine!” Heat rushes across my face as we laugh. “It’s not like that. Although he is extremely attentive.” Memories of last week’s date flood my mind. “He’s so…powerful, and knowing he’s the man who saved me all those years ago just somehow makes everything…I can’t explain it. My crush suddenly has a face, and it’s a really handsome face. And he saved my life.”

“Youlikehim,” Catherine singsongs. “You do, don’t you?”

“I don’t.”

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