Page 51 of Unveil
“I… it’s just been a long time,” she insists.
I chuckle. “I agree. Neverisa long time.”
She gasps. “How do…”
“Come on. I’m an obsessed motherfucker. You think I’d let anyone else take you?”
I press harder, enjoying the way she squirms. “Last night, I wanted nothing more than my future wife’s virgin blood on my cock. But a quickie in a dressing room isn’t how I’ll claim you. I’m going to take my time to give you the attention you deserve, and I want you to know it’s your husband fucking you, not some coward.”
“What if Ozias and I had sex?” she throws out.
Jealousy burns my chest, but I tamp it down and answer evenly, “I know Ozias. He and I are the same. Loyal to a fault and ruthless about keeping our loved ones safe. His heart’s with someone else, so I never worried about him.”
Understanding flashes across her face, like some distant pieces have fallen into place.
“Besides, even if you had, there’s no way he could do what I can for you. No one else knows what youneed.”
I follow the swallow down the vulnerable column of her throat, my mind fantasizing about all the places I’ll lick, suck, choke,biteas I claim her.
“Y-You don’t know what I need.”
“Sure about that?” I stroke up against her, hitting that bundle of nerves I can still practically taste on my tongue. It’s got to be so swollen and sensitive. If I didn’t have another agenda, I’d kneel in front of her and wrap her legs over my shoulders again.
She clutches my shirt as her head falls back, but my hand slips in to stop her from hitting the window. Her body grinds on me, and I have to grit my teeth to continue.
“I know you’re a virgin.” Her eyes widen, and she tries to fix them on me, but I squeeze her thigh, my fingers sneaking under her garter. “And I know I’m the closest thing you’ve ever gotten to an orgasm from someone else.”
“How…?” she asks, lust making her voice husky.
“Because no one else can give you what you need. You want to be claimed, ravaged, you want a dirty, reckless fuck for your first time. And you want to feel like you’re the only girl that matters.”
“You… don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t I?” I cradle the back of her head and grind into her harder, making her moan, the sound rising above the thunder. “Only I know how to draw noises like that from you. No one else has any idea how to tame you.”
Her cheeks flush a gorgeous shade of pink down to the pristine white bodice’s neckline, where her tits strain against it with each breath. The darker pink of her pebbled areolas teases the top, and I almost pull the damn thing down for another taste.
Focus.
I swallow, dragging my eyes up to hers. Fire, need, and… is that hope? It all mixes like rushing waters in her clear blue depths.
“I-I don’t want to be tamed.”
I tsk and let my hunger for her color my tone as I wrap my hand around the garter. “Oh, baby. Yes you do. It’s why you test boundaries. You’re dying for someone to push back, and no one has measured up yet. You want to be taken, to give your decisions to someone you trust.”
“That willneverbe you.” She tries to sneer, but it melts into a shaky breath, sending a hot curl of satisfaction winding up my spine.
“See, the thing is, you already trust me. It’s why you didn’t run earlier. It’s why you didn’t get behind the driver’s seat and take off.” Having what I need, I slowly let her down and back away. Her full lips purse into a pout of disappointment that I’m sure she has no idea is written all over her face. “And it’s why I was able to get close enough to do this.”
I hold up her phone, the one I grabbed from her garter, and give it a little shake. All the flush of the lusty haze I stoked in her drains from her face.
“What the hell? Give me back my phone!”
I chuckle as I pick up the plastic bag and plop the phone inside.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Putting this tracker into this here baggie,” I answer, fishing out the BlackJack from my pocket and adding it to the bag. “You know, so we don’t get our alone time interrupted again.” I wink.
