Page 112 of The Obedient Lie
I leaned forward and pressed one last kiss to the corner of his mouth, then to his jaw, and lower.
He stiffened when I started to move down.
“Baby, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” I kissed down his chest, tracing the lines of his body through his shirt, fingers slipping beneath the hem. My lips followed. He wasn’t breathing now. Just staring down at me like he couldn’t believe this was happening.
His hands gripped the sheets.
“I said I wanted to help you relax,” I glanced up at him.
I let my mouth trail lower, kisses lingering, teasing. His hips twitched once. His hands were fists now.
Then I dipped my head fully.
And the only sound in the room was the sudden rasp of his breath—the kind that punched out of him without warning.
He muttered a curse. Low. Guttural.
One of his hands found my hair, his touch trembling as he tried not to guide me, not to move—but failed.
“Jesus… Emilia.”
I hummed softly in response, letting him feel every beat of my intention.
Praising him with my mouth.
Worshiping him.
He wasn’t speaking anymore. Just breathing—ragged and uneven, chest rising like he was struggling to keep control. His fingers flexed in my hair again, not pulling, not forcing. Just holding.
Like if he let go, the moment would slip away.
And maybe it would.
Because Bastion Crow didn’t let people see him like this. Not quiet. Not undone.
But I was watching every part of him unravel—piece by piece. The tension in his shoulders. The hitch in his throat. The way his other hand had fisted the sheet beside him, knuckles white.
I dragged my mouth slowly, lovingly, listening to the quiet sounds he didn’t mean to make.
And when he finally gave in—hips barely lifting, head falling back with a low, desperate groan—I felt it like a confession.
Like a secret meant only for me.
“Fuck,” he whispered, voice rough and broken. “You’re gonna kill me, baby.”
I eased up gently, tracing kisses back across his hip, then tothe trail of skin I’d exposed earlier. My hands slid over his thighs, holding him. Calming him back down. I’m not even sure if he knew he did that to me, but fuck, it had felt amazing. .
He didn’t say anything. Just looked at me—eyes wide, mouth parted, chest still shaking.
“You okay?” I asked softly.
He nodded once.
“Come here,” he rasped.
I let him pull me up, crawling slowly across the bed until I was curled beside him again. His arms went around me immediately. Tight. Too tight.
