Page 67 of Forget Me Not

ChapterTwenty-Two

ALARIC

Our mouths collidetogether like a violent train wreck. I can feel the resistance on Rhea’s end, but she doesn’t try to fight me off for long. Instead, she pours all of her agony into this tantalizing kiss.

It’s everything I hoped it would be. Our first kiss was intense, but this is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’ve never been so hungry in all my forty-two years of life. My body has met many women, but my soul has never connected with another the way it has with her. For that reason, I never want to be with anyone else ever again.

My hand glides beneath her sweatshirt, fingertips dancing over her ribs. Rhea arches her back as I creep higher, ghosting my hand down the soft fabric of her bra until I reach the clasp. Inching it open, I cup her breast in my palm, savoring the warmth of her skin against mine. I tease her nipple with light brushes of my thumb then give it a soft pinch. I nearly groan when I’m rewarded with a slight moan against my mouth.

My cock twitches in response to the sound, the desperation for her touch almost unbearable. I move my hand back down, caressing her supple curves. “I’m gonna fuck you, Rhea. Then I’m gonna marry you.”

“Seems a little ass-backward, don’t ya think?” Her words are breathless, in no way is she trying to push me away.Finally.

She’s being compliant right now, even though her words are worth a grain of salt. Rhea isn’t going to willingly marry me right away. It’s going to take some work. But right now, things are definitely looking up. After all, she’s still wearing my ring and she looks fucking stunning with it on.

“We’re both rule breakers.” I hum into the crease of her neck. “I think we’ll get away with it.” I grip the bottom of her sweatshirt and lift up to remove it. Once it’s free, I toss it on the floor and throw her bra on top of it.

When I’ve got my shirt off, I press my chest to Rhea’s and lower her to the bed. My face hovers over hers while I unsnap the button on her jeans between our tightly pressed bodies. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this?”

She sneers. “Not very long considering you drugged me and took advantage of me two weeks ago.” Her fingers trail down my chest and she gives a gentle tug at the hair coating it.

“I didn’t fuck you then.”

The heat of her grip on my chest hair burns into my skin as she uses it to tug me closer. She holds me there, suspended in time with my lips just inches away from hers. “Then shut up and fucking do it,” she breathes before finally pressing her mouth hard against mine.

I lift off her momentarily to remove her pants, bringing her panties down with them. I toss them all carelessly to the floor.

I’m surprised to see that she’s clean-shaven this time. My fingers run down her folds and I tsk. “I sure hope you cleaned up for me and not for someone else.”

“Maybe it was just for myself.” She shrugs and I actually believe her.

“That I’ll allow.” I growl deep in my throat as I lower my head between her thighs “You like touching yourself, baby?” Her eyes meet mine, and I see the heat there as she nods. Taking her hand, I place it over her slick folds and murmur on her core as she begins massaging her clit with the pads of her fingers. “That's right. Show me how you do it.”

The sound of pleasure that slips between her lips drives me fucking wild. I watch in rapture as she circles her sensitive nub, only to dip down between her folds ever so slightly. I bite my lip, dying for that sweet cunt to be on my mouth again. I can't resist lifting her fingers and tasting them on my tongue.

“Fuck. You taste so good.” I growl in satisfaction as I put them back in place. Her heated gaze meets mine and arousal floods through me as I watch her work her clit.

My hand reaches up, feeling the slope of her breast. I spread my palm flat and apply gentle pressure as I massage in a circular motion.

She whimpers in response so I move to the other breast and caress that one, too.

When my tongue glides upward between her folds, she lifts her hips. I remove her hand and take over the action of stimulating her sensitive nub with the pad of my tongue, then I press two fingers at the entrance of her wet cunt.

Starting slow, I push against her entrance in soft circles. When her body opens up to me, I increase my pressure and speed, until my knuckles brush against her inner walls. In a repetitive motion, I suck on her clit while my fingers fuck her.

“Fuck,” she cries, and it’s a beautiful sound that I’m desperate to hear again.

I move harder and faster, my fingers drumming a beat against her G-spot while my mouth holds suction and my tongue dances with her dripping core. She follows the rhythm with her hips as I move faster and faster. When my eyes lift slightly to steal a peek at her, I see her watching me with a lustful stare. Captured by the intensity of her gaze, my soul catches fire.

Suddenly, her expression shifts to a heated glare and she pushes my head down.“Don't watch me. Just get me off.”

I pop off of her center and she whimpers.Yeah, not so tough when you’re so close, huh?“We’re going to have to adjust that attitude before we get married.”

Ignoring my words, she grabs a fistful of my hair, slamming my face into her sex. “Shut up.”

My lips twitch with a smile as I continue to work for her orgasm. She’s such a mouthy little thing.

Her hands move to her sides, gripping the blanket.The fabric bunches between her fingers and her hips move quicker, desperate for release.

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