Page 171 of The Casualty of Us
All pretty pink lips that are already wet for me, but I force myself to hold back, lifting my eyes back to hers first and knowing this is important.
“You are precious to me.” I kiss the little thatch of neatly trimmed hair at the top of her slit. “Remember that.”
Her mouth opens with a sharp breath, and I drop my eyes back down, using my fingers to spread her wide and dropping my mouth to her clit. The needy sound she lets out at the contact has me quickly reaching up with my other hand to cover her mouth. Suddenly really wishing that I had followed her suggestion and gone back to the dorms so I could do this for hours there but part of me knows I love doing it here too.
Love the fact that someone might walk by and see just how mine she is.
How much I belong to her too.
I suck down hard on her clit with that in mind, tongue swiping over it and the taste of her bursting over my tongue. Another groan leaves me at it, and a muffled sound vibrates against my hand as I drop down to her entrance. Knowing that I don’t have to exercise quite as much caution as usual andspearing my tongue up into her without hesitation. Fucking greedy for it.
Wanting to taste exactly what it is I do to her. The tangible proof dripping over my tongue that she’s just as deep into this as I am. That she’s really mine.
I want every first and last and everything in between she could ever give me.
I want my ring on her finger and maybe even a tattoo for us one day if she’ll let me get away with it. I want all the arguments and the million dirty things I’ve thought about doing to her to go along with them. All the fucking repentance reading that I’ll probably do. A couple of brats with their own brand of spiral if she feels like it.
She just doesn’t know it yet, but that’s okay.
I decided nothing else will do for my life—because she’s it.
A little cry makes it past my hand to fill the air, and I bring my fingers up to roll over her clit, starting to mimic exactly what I want to do to her with my tongue. Cock practically leaking as she pulls at my hair and grabs for the bookcase. Her hips start to roll against my mouth, and her heel digs into my back as she chases the release I can feel coming. Inner walls fluttering over my tongue and mouth opening in a silent scream against my hand that has me pushing down harder on her clit. Rolling my fingers faster and knowing there will be time to do this slower later, but right now…I need it, and so does she, even if she doesn’t realize it.
Because this is a first, and I need her to remember this.
Her fingers give a sharp pull on my hair, hips jerking once before her body locks up, and I groan when she comes a second later. Evidence of it sliding down my tongue and wetting my lips and leaving me fighting the urge to bury myself in her all over again. Pushing my tongue deeper instead and practically trying to sanctify it. This moment.
So that she doesn’t forget.
I feel her body go soft again as she starts to come down from the high, and it has me pulling back enough to lick my way up through her. She jerks at the move and I glance up to find her staring down at me with something like devastation and wonderment filling her face, which I wholeheartedly understand because it’s starting to feel like she’s my own form of religion.
That’s exactly why I move my fingers too, pressing my lips to her intimately one more time while keeping our eyes locked before repeating. “You are precious to me.”
I pull her panties back into place and move my hand back under her thigh to stand. Keeping my hold on her and us pressed up against each other while lifting my other hand to the side of her face. Some of the panic still lingering in my chest unfurls into something proud at the way she stares up at me while bringing her hands to my shoulders. At the trust there.
“Remember that.” I run my thumb over her bottom lip with the quiet words. “Remember this moment and that you don’t get to play God with what’s mine.” Her breath hitches over my thumb, and I push some more. “No more secrets.” Tapping her lip before checking again. “Do you understand me?”
She blinks once, chest rising against mine with a breath before answering softly. “I swear.”
The crack at the end of her voice makes me lose the battle with the twitch of my lips this time, and I drop my thumb.
“Good.” I brush my lips against hers, knowing I’m not going to be able to let her out of my sight for the rest of the day now and maybe not even then. “Then we can go back to the dorm now.”
“Ass.” Her lips lift against mine for a moment before falling with a whisper. “I really do promise.”
“I know, baby.” I pull back, reaching up to brush a few strands of hair away from her face and letting the twitch turninto a grin. “And you didn’t hit anyone with a book this time either, so we’re making progress.”
“That’s not—” she huffs. “You didn’t—it’s not the same—” Her brows fall, words dying off before she scowls at me. “You have got to stop sayingthatword in the library.”
“Right,” I scoff a laugh at her sacrilegious tone, pressing a quick kiss to her lips and dropping her leg. “You think about where exactly would be a better place, then, while I see how many more times we can do that before break.”
“Sounds great.”
“If you happen to spill the details of whatever plan that God complex has you cooking up after about the hundredth time of having my tongue inside of you.” I snatch up a couple of her fingers, bringing them up to my lips and biting down on the tips before shrugging. “Who could blame you? Youareonly human, after all.”
“Funny,” she snorts softly, following it up with a glare that’s not packing any real heat right about now. “Noted, okay? I get the point. No running after strange men in the woods or hatching questionable plans before calling.” Her face falls with a more genuine frown that has my brows dropping even before she mutters, “I’m going to need a second before we can go, though.”
“Why?” My heart kicks up again, eyes dropping to look her over and check for injury, or I don’t fucking know with her. Hidden weapons or—
