Page 70 of Forbidden Bond

Topher’s gaze is possessive as he looks at me.

He makes a short sound of satisfaction before pressing two of his fingers against my core.

“You’re so hot and wet for me, baby,” he whispers.

Standing up on my toes, I skim my lips against his, waiting eagerly for his mouth to claim mine. Topher grasps me by the throat, pushing me back against the edge of the bed. An explosion of fire bursts inside of me when he finally kisses me. My blood sizzles and every inch of me tingles. The press of his mouth against mine hits me with intensity.

I gasp softly when he nips at my bottom lip. Then he licks it, soothing away the sharp sting with his tongue. A moan escapes my throat and my fingers curl. I scrape my nails down his stomach, stopping at his belt buckle. My hand presses against his hard erection and heat unfurls in my belly. I want to know what he tastes like. I want so badly to drive him wild.

Topher’s eyes widen when I drop down to my knees, and heat flares in his gaze. He realizes what I’m about to do. I rub my hand against his hard, thick length, and he lets out a soft breath. I can feel his gaze on me as I work on his pants, pulling them down as well as his boxers. As soon as I do, his cock bobs in front of me. I look up and find his eyes fixed on me, darkened with pleasure. He doesn’t make a sound as he watches me wrap my hand around his shaft, but he groans softly when I lean forward to lick the tip.

I run my tongue across his crown before sliding him into my mouth. I gag softly when he hits the back of my throat, sliding him back out only to repeat it again and again. Topher’s hand caresses my neck. The movement causes a raw wave of warmth to flicker in my chest.

Topher slowly slides in further. I take as much of him as I can before releasing him with a loud pop. My hands wrap around him, thrusting up and down. When I reach for his balls, he lets out a soft moan.

“I’m going to come, princess,” he tells me.

I blink up at him in acknowledgment, and a groan rumbles from the back of my throat as he finishes in my mouth. I swallow every last drop, my cheeks heating under the weight of his stare. Topher runs a thumb across my bottom lip before lifting me to my feet.

“Kiss me,” I whisper softly, needing something to distract me from the feeling in my chest.

My heart burns when he does. Grabbing the back of my neck, he presses his mouth to mine, our tongues sliding against each other. A deep, empty ache pulses between my thighs. Topher moves his lips to my neck and lets out a rough sound when his hand slides between my legs. He shoves my thong to the side and my mouth drops open when she pushes two fingers inside of me. A flush warms my body as I writhe and pant under his touch. Each time he slides his fingers inside of me, I feel myself lose another inch of my control. Until I’m completely and utterly at his mercy.

“That’s it, Katherine. Feel everything.”

“Topher, please,” I beg. I don’t know what I’m asking for. For him to stop or for him to never stop.

My orgasm hits me hard and I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head. Air is knocked out of my lungs. When I finally come to, Topher’s above me on the bed. He smiles softly, brushing some of my hair out of my face.

“You realize I’m never letting you go after this, right?” he questions.

“I can live with that.”

His hand tightens around mine. “Promise?”

“Pinkie,” I tell him. He grins before kissing me again, each slide of his tongue against mine more perfect than the last.

Topher only lets me go so he can reach for a condom in his bedside table. He fucks me missionary, the two of us staring into each other’s eyes as he thrusts into me. It’s slow and sweet and leaves me feeling full and drained at the same time. He whispers the word “mine” so many times over, it feels like an imprint against my chest. We come together and I lie down beside him, kissing his jawline, his cheeks, his lips.

I spent such a long time hiding from how I felt, and now, in this moment, it almost feels like I’ll explode if I continue to keep it all in.

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My head is on Topher’s chest as we watch Gossip Girl in silence. We’ve spent the entire day together, lying in bed, ignoring the rest of the world, having sex. It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. His hand trails down my arm absentmindedly. I’m trying to concentrate on the show but it’s distracting, making me acutely aware of his presence. When I look up at him, the smile on his face tells me he’s been doing it intentionally.

I glare before shoving off him. “I’m going to get a drink,” I tell him.

“Bring me some juice?” he asks and I nod. “Thanks, princess.”

I’m halfway to the kitchen when someone rings the doorbell. Topher’s eyes flick over to mine and he tenses. Whoever it is has effectively popped the bubble we tried so carefully craft around us. He walks over to the door and opens it.

“Hey, fratello,” Topher greets, barring the doorway.

“So you’re alive.” I hear Christian D’Angelo’s dry voice. “Good to know. Although a call would have been much appreciated.”

“I’m sorry. I was going to talk to you tomorrow.”

Christian makes a small noise of annoyance. A part of me hopes he’ll leave, but then there’s the sound of a child giggling and a woman’s voice in the air.

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