Page 31 of Unveil
My brows bunch, but I resist pointing out you can’t miss something you’ve never had. Only one person has kissed me like this, and it was definitely not him.
As if he’s greedy to prove me wrong, he bites my lip hard enough to make me whimper, then soothes the sting with his tongue. I clutch the lapel of his costume and pull him closer, my hips moving with his as he thrusts how I hope he will when I finally get those jeans off.
The jacket goes first though, with him shrugging it off and revealing a black T, stretched tightly over his shoulders and biceps.
Didn’t he have a dress shirt on before?
He nips my jaw, sending an electric shiver down my spine while he murmurs, “Fuck, Luna.”
Oh right,who cares?!
I knead muscles that I’ve never explored, tracing rolling hills and valleys as they flex beneath my fingers.
God, he’s big. Bigger than I realized. Then again, I’ve never beenthisclose to him. Or maybe the alcohol is making me forget.
If I don’t remember this, I am going toloseit.
His hand returns to grip the front of my neck as his tongue dives into my mouth again. I love the pain when his scruff scratches my chin. I love this intimacy, this desperation. All of it. He’s giving me everything I’ve needed.
I wrap my legs around him, pulling him flush to the apex of my thighs, afraid it’ll end like last time.
Don’t leave.
“I’m dying to be inside you… but I don’t have time. Not to prep you and take you the way I want you.”
“What?!”My eyes widen. “No, no, no. We have time. We have all the time in the world.”
His thumb brushes my jaw as he chuckles darkly. “Oh, you’re right about that. Just not tonight.”
I almost whine. God, how embarrassing. But then his lips quirk up, and his hand on my neck molds down my curves.
“Aw… don’t cry. There’s something else I’ve been dying to do too.”
He jerks me forward, until my ass hangs off the counter’s edge. I yelp, catching myself on his shoulders as makeup products clatter to the floor.
I blink at his neck, my vision doubling at the black design there. Huh.
“When did you get neck tatt?—”
A loudripinterrupts the thought. My gaze jerks from what I swear looks like a blurry inked skull to the strip of tulle he’s tying around my wrist.
“Hands behind your back.”
“Behind my back?” I echo with a bewildered laugh as I obey. “Uh, why?”
“You’re a flighty little thing, birdie,” he says, giving me a pointed look. “Now be a good girl and let me tie up my fiancée so I can feast on her cunt.”
My eyes widen, and I straighten, eager to help him do exactly what he promised. This side of him is positively delicious, and he knows I love it. It’s in his smirk as he huddles over me, pressing to my chest, while he ties the tulle around my wrists. Desire pulses in my lower belly. Bondageandmy virginity in one night? I’m a lucky, lucky girl.
He tests the tight knot once then slides something off my finger as he backs up. The ring glints in the mirror lights. My focus zeroes in on the unfamiliar, glossy grooves lining his palm, but the anger in his clenched jaw draws my attention before he pockets it.
“What’re you doing?”
“That one didn’t fit you.” He leans me back against the mirror, a devilish smile lifting his mask. “But don’t worry, baby. I’ll give you the ring you really want.”
His hands slide over my breasts and squeeze, making me moan, and I forget everything else as his fingers curl under my sweetheart neckline.
“Mmm, I love your tits.”
