Page 56 of His Innocent Muse

I choke on a desperate whimper and bring my hands down to his face, pulling him back to me. He kisses me before I even get the chance, his hand tangling in the hair at the back of my neck and pulling my head back to how he wants it. I curl my arms around his neck, letting myself give in, letting him take me for all I’m worth.

He pulls back just long enough to put my head by the pillows, moving my arms back above my head before claiming my mouth again. He wraps himself around me tightly, his arms shielding my head, his thick, bare thighs pushing between mine. I hook my knees over his hips and he pushes his weight down on me, his rock-hard length rubbing tantalizingly against my mound.

I can’t move an inch without him knowing, feeling, controlling, and he wants it that way.

And I so desperately want it, too. I’ve never been more eager to oblige.

18

GHOST

Ican’t get her close enough, hold her tight enough. Part of me knows this is the worst time for this, because I’m exhausted and out of control. My sanity is hanging from a shredded piece of rope that frays further with every whimper and whine she lets out as I rub against her. She wants me as badly as I do her, and I’m not in any state to deny either of us.

I growl, shoving her shirt up to her neck and taking as much of her breast into my mouth as will fit. I flick my tongue across the pert nipple, grabbing the other one harder than I intend, but she arches with a moan, like she’s been waiting for exactly this. She grips my hips tighter with her knees, grinding her slit along my shaft, pulling a groan from my throat.

“Lucy,” I murmur with my last thread of self-control, tonguing her nipple, “I need you to tell me if I get too rough, because I can’t… I…”

“Okay, I get it,” She gasps, gripping my hair when I tease the rosy flesh with my teeth. “I will. It’s okay. I’m okay.”

Emotion clogs my throat for only a second, then there’s nothing left in me that resembles restraint.

Everywhere I smooth my hands, I push too hard, molding her skin, gripping her jaw as I claim her in a fierce kiss.

She’s so small and soft beneath me, her body fighting to move while I weigh her down, holding her captive to my attention. I shift my hips a little, making room for my hand to slip under her panties. She shudders a breath when I glide along her clit, circling while I swallow every sound she makes, wrenching her first orgasm from her with no effort at all.

She screams into my mouth, clawing my shoulders while her legs tremble, and each pass of her nails makes my blood heat even more, until I can’t breathe without growling. She’s so wet it’s like a fucking fountain.

I finally pull back, letting her gasp a breath.

“Ohmygod ohmygod,” she whimpers, clutching at me like she’s afraid I’m going to stop, or leave.

“Don’t worry,” I snarl, traveling hard, tongue-heavy kisses down her torso, nipping her hip as I yank her panties to the side. “We’re just getting started.”

She laughs on a whimper, nodding as she smooths a lock of hair out of my eyes in the sweetest gesture I’ve ever received. I stall, holding her smoldering gaze as my heart trips over itself. I fucking love this girl. It doesn’t make any sense, and it’s nothing to celebrate, since this life is danger and death, but…all my tattered, broken edges fit perfectly with hers. I can’t be just me again. It’s us from now on.

“Was that okay?” There’s an unsure tremor in her voice. “Touching—”

“Yes,” I bark, swallowing a knot and repeating calmer, “Yes. You can touch.”

Rather than say something I’ll regret, I bury my face in her silky heat, dragging my tongue up in long strokes, drinking in her essence like it’s my last meal.

“Yes,” she hisses, working her hips as I lightly suck her clit, flicking it side to side, eyes locked on her face. She’s so stunning, the way her lips quiver just a little, or pop wide when she especially likes something. Before either of us expect it, she crashes through another orgasm, this one even bigger. She sits up with a long, satisfied moan, legs clamping around my head, fingers wound through my hair.

Making her feel good like this is giving me a deeper level of satisfaction than any emotion-less session ever did.

I slow enough that she drops back down to the bed with a forceful exhale, her arms flopping wide.

“Holy crap,” she whispers, grinning.

I lap at her a few more times just to watch her twitch, then I lean back and tug her panties the rest of the way off. I kick out of my underwear, and grab a condom out of my nightstand drawer, trailing my palm up her inner thigh.

She watches hungrily, pushing up to her elbows and reaching across herself. She runs her fingers along my stomach, eyes trained on mine.

“You said I could touch,” she whispers, trailing her fingers lower, dancing them along my length as she scoots closer, her mouth tantalizingly close.

“I did—” The word chokes off on a groan as her lips close around my head, soft and slow. Her tongue glides along the underside, teasing while her fingers wrap most of the way, though they don’t touch.

It feels absolutely amazing.

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