Page 63 of Reveal Me
‘How does that feel, baby?’ I steady her hips with one hand and reach around to play with her clit with the other. It’s swollen, throbbing with need.
‘Amazing.’ Her head rolls back against my chest as I gently rock into her. She’s so tight. So responsive. I don’t stand a hope in hell of lasting like this.
‘My dirty girl loves getting fucked in the ass.’ I stroke from her clit to her slit then back again, driving my dick into her again and again.
‘Only by you.’
I thrust into her, revelling in every little moan and mew.
‘Sean,’ she screams a split second before her body convulses with pure primal pleasure. I’m a second behind her, my own hedonistic high hijacking my entire body until I’m spilling myself in her, jerking through every wave of my hedonistic high.
‘Fuck. I love you.’ The words blurt out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Her body stills. She freezes, face forward, with my cock still in her ass.
Man, I’m such a twat.
Her words at my house float back through my mind:‘Don’t worry, Mr Beckett, I can categorically assure you, I will not fall in love with you.’
She’s looking for a love match. Match being the key word in that sentence. I’m no match for her. Not in the real world.
Her silence speaks volumes. It’s on the tip of my tongue to apologise, but I don’t truly feel sorry. Stupid, yes, but not sorry. I’m glad she knows.
I drag myself out of her, peppering tiny kisses across her back as I do, then reach for the restraints. She says nothing as I uncuff her ankles first, then her wrists. Flexing them as she turns, her eyes finally meet mine. In just the stockings and suspender belt, dripping my cum, she looks absolutely ethereal.
Her eyes hold mine for a long beat before she speaks. ‘I wanted to look into your eyes when I said it for the first time.’ She swallows thickly, placing her hands on my bare chest. ‘I love you, Sean Beckett. I have no idea what that means for us, but I do.’
My mouth crashes onto hers, claiming, cementing, celebrating that this thing between us is not in my head. That she’s as mad about me as I am about her.
I have no idea if we have a future, but we have right now.
‘You’re coming home with me tonight. I want you in my bed.’
And in my arms.
I’m so fucked.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
LAYLA
He finally releases me from his crushing embrace. ‘Let’s go home.’ He whips up my dress and pulls it over my head, dressing me like a child.
Home. If only. Imagine building a home with him. Having him hold me all night every night. I sigh. ‘I need to be back at the castle before five am.’
‘Or what? Your outfit will turn into rags?’ he teases, touching his lips to mine.
‘Or someone will notify my parents, and they’ll tear me to rags.’
‘I told you I’ll take care of you. I’ll sneak you back in personally.’ He reaches for my mask and secures it over my face.
‘I wish I didn’t have to wear this. It weighs a tonne.’
‘I know.’ Sean’s huge, deep dark eyes bore into mine. ‘Believe me, I wear one all day every day. Unless I’m in here. Or with you. Tried my best to keep it in place at the ball. You saw how that ended up.’
‘What are we going to do?’ I whisper.
‘Each other.’ A smile curls his lips, but it doesn’t meet hiseyes. ‘How does one acquire one of these titles your mother is so hell bent on?’
