Page 95 of Stolen Kiss

I moved my hand to her prosthesis. “Off or on?”

Her eyes took me in carefully, as if searching for any sigh of disgust. She wouldn’t get that from me.

Emilia and her prosthesis were nothing more than that. Emilia and her prosthesis. She was going to learn soon enough that I didn’t give a fuck about it.

She was still my Emilia, and that was all there was to it.

I had thought she would prefer to keep it on, since she took too long to answer, but she surprised me when she said, “Off.”

I didn’t react. I quickly, gently, removed her prosthesis the way she’d taught me to, and then left it all by her side on the kitchen island.

I grabbed her waist and held her up before I slid her panties down and placed her back on the island.

She yelped.

I looked over at her.

“It’s cold,” she grumbled.

I grinned at her before spreading her thighs, giving me an unobstructed view of her sweet little pussy for the first time. She was neatly trimmed—a mouthwatering perfection, the lips a blushing pink and glistening with her arousal.

I wanted nothing more than to taste her.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked self-consciously. Her arms moved up to cover her tits. I couldn’t have that. I moved her arms out of the way and played with her nipples. She squirmed.

“You’re so beautiful,” I told her.

She ducked her head shyly. “You really think so?”

I adjusted myself a bit. I was fucking hard right now. There was no way she hadn’t noticed. “Don’t you know?”

She shrugged, her hand moving to her residual limb. I stopped her movements, and made sure she was looking at me before saying, “Don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.”

If I only ever accomplished one thing in my life, it would be to make sure she understood just how beautiful she was to me.

“Trust me?”

“You know I do,” she said. Of course I did, but I needed to hear her say it anyway. I needed to know I had done nothing to lose her trust.

A lot of this was uncharted territory for me.

I wasn’t used to feeling so uncertain, but that was what I was with her.

“Good. Hold on to me,” I told her.

She automatically wrapped her arms around my neck. I lifted her up in my arms and she wrapped her leg around me.

One hand moved under her bottom, clutching the supple flesh of her ass, and the other, I used to grab her prosthesis before I made my way up to the bedroom before gently depositing her on the bed and putting the prosthesis in its place by the wall.

I looked her in the eyes as I placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed her down. She lay back, her entire front exposed to my gaze. I wanted to take her right then and there.

But not yet.

I would have to get her ready for me.

Still standing over the edge of the bed, I leaned over and kissed her.

She planted her palms on my chest and kissed me back as I ran my hands down, exploring the softness of her skin, starting from her jawline to the delicateness of her neck. I wrapped one hand around it, our eyes meeting as her chest pushed in and out in the most obscene way, drawing my eyes to it.

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