Page 99 of Unveil
“Isaid…” his voice is a warm, commanding rumble in my ear. “Get on your knees,wife.”
My breath catches. Fear swirls with adrenaline, tangling with reckless need. Before I can move, he guides me until I’m kneeling on the pillowy moss.
He lets go, and in the next breath, his belt jingles behind me and wet leather slips free with a hiss. When I risk glancing back, his eyes devour me as he unzips with trembling fingers. His shaking hands shove his soaked jeans and briefs down, freeing his already long, hard cock. He fists his length, giving himself one deliberate stroke, ending with a hard squeeze at the leaking tip.
Then he kneels close, his body heat burning the few inches between us, raising goosebumps along my skin. He grips my nape again to slowly push me lower until my palms sink into the damp earth. I breathe in the earthy scent as he brushes aside my wet tendrils, revealing my tattoo on my upper back and making me shiver.
He turns my chin slightly, just enough for me to see him.
“I caught you, my reckless little bird.” Wicked hunger blackens his eyes. “There’s no escaping me now.”
My fingers tremble as they caress the gift kneeling before me, Luna submitting on all fours, fair skin wet and gleaming in the fading light. I stroke my hands down her spine and rest them on her lower back right above her Venus dimples.
“This isn’t the way I intended to claim you… but it’s the way it’s supposed to be, isn’t it?”
She nods, shifting her legs wider for me.
“Please,” she whispers, vibrating under my touch and hardening my cock to steel.
Jesus.
I shouldn’t take her like this. She’s covered in blood, dirt, and it’s cold even in the humid, foggy rain. Feathers scatter around her from the bodice I ripped off. Her tutu clings to her thighs, more tatters than tulle after running for her life.
But that’s why she begged me for this. She’s wrecked from watching her friend die, and after staring death in the face, she needs me to show her we’re alive.
And fuck, I need it too.
I drag the remains of her layered skirt up and over her hips, then easily tear her panties in two with both hands. The sight of her glistening, bare cunt makes me groan.
“Orion,” she whimpers, shivering from the chill over her sensitive, exposed flesh.
I grab the globes of her ass, spreading them to serve her up for me. She yelps as I bend low, then moans when my tongue swipes through her dripping arousal. Her heady Carolina jasmine and honey scent is as addictive as sin.
“You liked running from me, didn’t you?” I rasp, barely able to contain the urge to bury myself inside her. “You liked being scared.”
I slip a finger in and flutter it over the bundle of nerves that make her writhe. Her breath catches, and I murmur.
“Don’t be shy. Your body tells me all I need to know. You loved it.” I withdraw my finger and suck, relishing her delicious flavor. “I can fucking taste it.”
She wiggles against me as I slide my finger back in and add another. Curving my body around hers, my fingers play with shallow strokes, and my mouth brushes the shell of her ear.
“One thing I can promise? I’ll always catch you, birdie, and you’ll always want to be caught. You wanted to be caught that first night too, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I wanted it tonight too. So badly. I…” She swallows. “I-I’m sorry for what I said at the graveyard.” She hiccups, and my heart stutters, waiting as she continues softly, “I don’t hate you. I never did.”
After everything, she was worried about this? Hurting me with words I knew were never true?
I’m trying to wrap my mind around the fact that she cared so much about my pain when she begins to shake again, like she’s trying to hold it together for what she says next.
“I don’t know… I don’t know what I would’ve done if you died thinking that.”
The sob finally bursts out, bowing her body. I catch her before she falls, kissing her temple.
“Shh, I know. I know. My sweet, sweet girl. I’m gonna take good care of you, alright? For the rest of our lives.”
A breathy cry of relief shudders from her, and the same tension releases from my chest.
I want to love her so hard I break her, then put her back together again with splintered pieces that only fit when seared with mine.
