Page 31 of The Billionaire's Bride
Her gaze widens; she tips up her chin and stares into my face. Her pupils dilate. I pin her to the wall and I know she can feel every last swollen inch of my hardness. Color smears her cheeks, she buries her teeth into her lower lip and blood rushes to my groin.
"See what you do to me, Eve?" I growl. "When I am in the same space as you, I can’t fucking keep away from you."
"Don’t, Ed," she whispers, "please don’t."
"Of course, you’d put the onus on me. You want me to take the choice out of your hands. Want me to show you what you’re missing, Eve?"
"Edward." She searches my face. For mercy? Fat chance of that. "I know this is not you speaking. This is your ego, your fear, that’s making you say these things to me."
"Ha," I scoff, "of course, you don’t want to believe the worst of me. You think, just because I was once a priest, that I’ll play by the rules. You think I’ll stand by and watch as he uses every opportunity to seduce you, to convince you to choose him. You think I’ll let it slide when he puts his hands all over you, then drops you home, knowing it will tear me apart to see him with you?"
"Ed, stop, please." She scrunches up her forehead. "You don’t know what you’re saying."
"You’re right."
"I am?"
I nod. "It’s time to stop speaking and show you how I feel, Eve."
Her gaze widens. She shakes her head, "Don’t, Ed. Don’t you dare."
I lower my head, place my lips close to hers, "Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you."
She swallows.
"Tell me you don’t want me, Eve."
"I…" She licks her lips, "I can’t."
"Ask me to kiss you."
She shakes her head.
"Do it, Eve," I growl.
She raises her gaze to mine, peers into my eyes, and in hers I see a pleading, a request, a need, confusion and lust. Arousal and uncertainty.
"Fuck." I lean my forehead against hers. "I want you, Ava. I need you. You know that, right?"
She nods.
"Then let me kiss you, let me feel your lips against mine. All the time I spent away from you, the only thing that kept me going was knowing that I was going to come back to you. Don’t deny me, Eve," I hold her gaze, "please."
She draws in a breath, squeezes her eyes shut, before opening them. "Okay." She nods.
"Okay." I rub my nose against hers. "Okay." I lower my lips to hers, brush my mouth over hers once. I lean back and she makes a sound of protest. My lips kick up. I lean my face into hers, press my mouth to hers again. I lick across her lips and she parts them. I slide my tongue over hers, and a moan tumbles from her mouth. I tilt my head, suck on her tongue, and she shivers. I deepen the kiss, licking into her mouth, dragging my tongue across her teeth, as I press my hips into her.
Her entire body shudders. I pour all the longing, all the frustration, the loneliness I felt when I was away from her... The helplessness at not being able sift through my emotions, knowing how much I missed her, despite knowing I needed time to figure things out… Still having to figure things out… The lust, the complete awe that I found her… I pour all of it into the kiss.
I press my body into hers so we touch at chest, hips, and thighs, until every part of me is imprinted on hers. I draw in her breath, share my own, then lick into her mouth again, and she pushes her hips into mine. I plant a thigh between hers, pressing down into the soft, luscious center of her, and a groan bleeds from her. She wraps her arms about my shoulders and holds on as she begins to ride my leg. I deepen the kiss even more, until it seems like we are sharing the same breath, until her breasts are flattened against my chest. I tilt my hips and press into her soft core, giving her the friction she so craves. She pushes up against the column of my thigh, digs her fingers into my shoulders and rubs her core against my leg, over and over again. Her body tenses, her shoulders jerk, her entire body goes rigid. That’s when I tear my mouth from hers, and stare into her eyes. "Come for me, Eve."
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Ava
"Get yourself off on me. Come now, Eve," he commands, and I shatter. The climax rips up my spine. Sparks flare behind my eyes. My shoulders snap back as I cry out, then slump against him. The aftershocks ripple through me as I rest my forehead against his chest. He holds me there with his arm around my shoulders. I bury my nose in the strip of skin bared between the lapels of his shirt. Draw in the scent of cut grass, and below that, the faint trace of Frankincense which still clings to him.
"Do you miss it?" I whisper. "The priesthood, I mean?"
