Page 46 of Reckless Roses
It’s why I love her. But part of the reason I’ve held back is because I can’t help the glimpse of fear that as soon as Zach returns home, as soon as she’s in his presence again, she’ll go back to him. Just like she always did. It’s self-preservation, keeping some piece of my soul intact. Because once I have her fully, once our bodies join that way, everything that already feels permanent will be cemented. She’ll absorb my soul, and there will be no recovery. I can't give her that if any chance remains she’ll choose him in the end.
“Welp, I’m going to go get in the tub. All hot water and bare skin. Too bad you’re going to miss—” I reach out, snatchingElena behind her neck and tugging her into me, hearing the surprised breath leave her lungs at the rapid movement.
Her bare chest crushed against mine, she looks up at me with those hooded, impassioned eyes that drive me mad. She’s too fucking enticing like this. Too tempting. A siren luring me in. I twist my fingers in her hair, and she hisses at the hint of pain, just enough to make her drip for me. “One of these days, Elena, I’m going to make you pay for all this teasing.” I drop my head, breathing against her ear as I take it between my teeth. “I’m going to edge you until your pussy isn’t the only thing crying for me. I’m going to spend days on you, breaking you, until you forget everything except what it feels like to beg for me.”
I feel the chills that race up her spine, the goose bumps that rise on the nape of her neck, the small gasp that leaves her lips.
I pull away, searching her eyes for a sign I’ve gone too far, but all I find is desire and darkness staring back at me. “You’ve gotten to tattoo me, pierce me. You’ve claimed me,” she whispers. Wedging her hand between our bodies, she drags it down my stomach. “I want to claim you, too.”
I snatch her wrist just before it reaches my waistband. “You’ve claimed me, Elena.” In more ways than she could ever understand.
She shakes out of my hold, pressing her palm against my cock.Always fighting me. And fuck, I revel in it. “I want to taste you,” she rasps. She reaches behind her head with her free hand, unlocking my grip in her hair, and I let it happen. I let her fall to her knees in front of me, brushing both hands over my dick now, looking up at me with those endless brown eyes, desperation in her gaze.
I could come from the sight of that alone.
“It won’t take days, Augustus. I’m ready to beg for it right now.” She bites her lip, batting her lashes. I’m fucking weak in the knees when she says, “Can I taste you? Please?”
“Fuck,” I groan, closing my eyes and tilting my head back.This fucking woman. “I can’t fuck you yet, Elena. I can’t go that far.”
“I didn’t ask for that.” Her voice is soft, timid, such a contrast to the spitfire I’m used to. I adore this secret side of her—submissive, but just for me. “I want you to fuck my mouth, take a bath with me, and rub my back while I fall asleep. That’s it. Don’t deny me that, baby. Please.”
Christ.
I nod once, and she’s on me. Her fingers brush against my cock, leaving it pulsing as she slowly undoes my belt, slipping it through the loops and tossing it aside. She makes quick work of my jeans, tugging them down my legs, and I know the exact moment she sees what I’ve been hiding for years as her movement stills and her breath catches.
I glance down at her, watching as she holds one hand to her mouth, eyes blazing with shock, while her other hand slowly skates across the ink displayed upon my upper thigh.
Her name, written three times in a column, each with a different font.
“Augustus,” she gasps, lifting her gaze to mine.
I swallow, unsure of her reaction. “I did them myself years ago. I was practicing.”
Her hand falls to her chest, as if she’s clutching her raging heart. “Why my name?”
“Yours is the only name I knew I’d want to die with on my flesh.” I reach down, gripping her chin and forcing her to raise her gaze again. “I told you, Elena—you claimed me long ago.”
She licks her lips, eyes smoldering with need. I can’t help myself from extending my thumb so it catches on her tongue, forcing her to taste my skin.
“How often have you imagined me on my knees for you?”
A shaky breath leaves my lips. “More than I care to admit.”
Her hands trail up my thighs, achingly slow, before dipping into my waistband. “I want to be your fantasy,” she rasps quietly. Pulling my underwear down my legs, her breath hitches again. The sound is different this time—not just shock, but desperation. Need.
Her jaw drops, chest heaving as her eyes take in my cock—hard and raging. She drags her eyes to my face. “Take your shirt off,” she demands, and I immediately comply. She absorbs me towering above her in nothing at all. Licking her lips, she smiles. “You’re a fucking masterpiece.”
My cock jumps, eyes rolling back at her praise. Her laugh is salacious as she brushes a hand over me, wrapping around my base and pumping hard enough to send me gasping.
“I want you to show me what you imagine when you close your eyes, Augustus. We’re not at home. This isn’t Pacific Shores. In this room, we can live inside our dreams.” She grabs my hand, forcing it to the back of her head. “Use my mouth the way you’ve only been able to inside your mind. Keep them open this time; watch me while I bring your fantasies to life.”
“Elena,” I groan, watching as she brings her mouth to my cock. Her eyes never leave mine as her tongue darts out from between her lips, tasting me for the first time. Pleasure zips down my spine, spreading through my veins as she wraps her lips around me entirely.
She moans, the sound vibrating against my cock as she takes me deeper. I reach resistance at the back of her throat, but she continues pushing. Heat licks up my flesh as she sputters, wrapping her tongue around my base and bobbing her head. I twist my fingers in her thick curls, holding her in place as I begin to pump in and out of her mouth.
I thrust until her throat tightens, then go a step farther until she’s choking. She doesn’t close her eyes, keeping them gluedto mine. I watch them water over, mascara running down her cheeks as I ruin her.
My body tightens at the sight of it, and I fuck her face harder, faster. She takes all of it, gagging and sputtering around my cock as spit drips down the sides of her lips, ropes of it keeping us connected each time I pull out of her mouth. I see the desire building in her eyes—she likes being used like this.
