Page 42 of The Lies of Bryn van Doren

For reasons she doesn’t think she needs to explain, the moment Godrik steps away from her, Jessica wonders if he’ll leave. Before she can decide what another swift disappearance might do to her ego, Godrik lifts his hands and spreads open a gorgeous, sheer, floor-length, black lace robe. She can’t fully grasp the beauty of what’s right in front of her before Godrik reaches behind her, holding the garment down low. This is all the hint Jessica needs to guide her hands into the sleeves of the robe, and she gazes down at the material as he lifts it up and over her shoulders. The sleeves are wide at her wrists, and the material is light and airy as it grazes the length of her legs.

“This stays on,” says Godrik, sliding his hand inside the robe and across the small of her back. Jessica jerks her gaze up to meet his as he goes on to instruct, “and the shoes.” He pulls her against him, and her breath catches in her throat as his hand slides down over her panty-covered behind. Reflexively, Jessica’s hands shoot up, her palms colliding with Godrik’s hard abs, and she wonders if she’ll ever be able to catch her breath.

“Take my shirt off, Bryn,” he tells her. His voice is so low, she can feel the vibrations of it at her fingertips almost as well as she can hear it. Her hands curl around the fabric of his shirt anxiously, and she licks her colored lips as her eyes drop down to his chest. Jessica’s heart takes off, beating faster than she can ever remember as the thought of Godrikshirtlessfills her mind. Her hands begin to tremble as she takes the fabric in her grasp and tugs. The hem of his shirt is freed from the clutches of his belt, and she slowly starts to loose his buttons, beginning from the bottom.

A small voice tells her to go faster. Somewhere in her subconscious, she understands if she doesn’t pick up the pace, she might send the wrong idea—the idea that she’s terrified and has absolutelynoidea what she’s doing. While part of that is accurate, there’s also another part of her that’s not terrified in a fearful way, but in a completely aroused way. She can’t go faster because her hands are shaking so hard, she can’t catch her breath, and the last thing she wants is for Godrik to turn around and bolt from the room.Again.

She’s halfway up his shirt when he dips his chin, tilts his head, and presses his mouth to hers. A kiss, in and of itself, is unusual for Khalohn—especially during foreplay—but he can’t help himself. Again. Or, more accurately, he doesn’t want to. Her trembling hands and her slow ascent up his shirt serve as further reminder that she isprecious, and she is his to ruin. This is why he flicks his tongue out, tracing her bottom lip. Bryn opens for him on a gasp, and he barely stifles a groan as he reaches up to bury his fingers in her hair, kissing her deeper. Fisting his hand at the back of her head, he holds her where he wants her, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She surrenders almost immediately, twisting her tongue with his, emitting another faint mew.

Jessica’s hands stop moving, her fingers stop trembling, and her lungs stop working when Godrik pulls at her hair, tilting her head just so, and kisses her silly. She kisses him back not because she doesn’t have a choice, not because he’s paying her to do so, but because she’s never been on the receiving end of a kiss so spectacular in all her life. It’s hard, and wet, anddeep—and the things he does with his tongue are her undoing. She can hardly breathe, so lost in his kiss. As she starts to grow lightheaded, she finds herself leaning into him, sliding her hands beneath the flaps of his shirt, against his smooth, hot skin, and around his waist. She hardly notices when the hand at her behind disappears.

Khalohn finishes the work of unbuttoning his shirt, all the while indulging in Bryn’s mouth. He’s now fully erect. In the back of his mind, he acknowledges he can’t remember the last time he was so turned on by akiss. Her thick, long hair is like silk between his fingers. The feel of her arms around him—her soft breasts and hard nipples pressed against him—he knows he’ll have to reign himself in before he loses all control, all of it over faster than he’d like.

His hand comes back, sliding across the small of her back, down over her rear before he grabs a handful and squeezes. Jessica’s body curves against his, and the feel of his erection against her hip makes her moan. So consumed by Godrik’s kiss, she forgets who she is—whoheis—and chases after the longing he’s awakened, making her skin tingle as her belly flips and her heart pounds. She drags one of her hands around his side, up his solid abs, over a smattering of chest hair she barely registers, around his neck, and up the back of his head. Burying her fingers in his thick, soft hair, she presses into him further, coming up on tiptoe, hoping against all hope he’ll never pull his mouth away from hers.

At the feel of her fingers scraping against his scalp, Khalohn disengages his own from her hair and reaches his hand down to join his other. At first, he only pulls her against him tighter; but as she arches her body into his, their lips still locked, a whisper of a grunt tickles the back of his throat as he leans into her, his hands gliding down the back of her thighs. Bryn gasps, sucking in his exhale when he lifts her from her feet. Immediately, she curls her legs around his hips, and the arm around his side disappears before she uses it to cling to his shoulders—all the while, their kiss is not broken.

Blindly, he carries her around the foot of the bed. With one arm still wrapped about her, Khalohn plants a knee on the side of the mattress, positions her against the decorative pillows at the head of the bed, and lays her down. When he finally severs their lips, Bryn’s eyes fly open. Her brown irises are dark,molten, and hungry. Welcome as her stare might be, she freezes as he begins to pull away from her. He shakes his head once, but he’s not thinking about whether or not he’s shaking his head at himself or shaking it at her—signaling what’s on his mind. There’s only one thing on his mind, and that is to find his way inside of her before whatever doubts or inhibitions he just fought off make a comeback.

Jessica’s gaze follows Godrik as he lifts himself away from her and stands beside the bed. She hardly remembers how it wasshewho was supposed to remove his shirt when he yanks the fabric from his body. Then, as if her heart has gone dormant and her libido has infiltrated the command center of her brain, a surge of wetness hits her between her legs at the sight of his bared chest. The smattering of dark chest hair between his pecs doesnotgo unnoticed, and the hardness of his abs is explained by the defined muscles she sees. She barely has the wherewithal to grow anxious as Godrik loosens his belt, unbuttons his slacks, and discards his pants with his shoes—too transfixed by the way the muscles that make up his biceps, his chest, and his core move as he moves.

Godrik steps toward the nightstand next, and Jessica’s throat grows dry at the sight of his length making a tent of his black boxer briefs. She pays no mind to what he’s after as he yanks open the drawer before he closes it. The longer she’s in bed alone, the more crowded her mind becomes. Her sexual desires start to make room for her apprehension, and a fog of confusion begins to billow in her mind’s eye just as Godrik climbs onto the bed, his body straddling hers. Then he captures a nipple in his mouth again, and the fog of confusion starts to dissipate as her eyes fall closed and shefeelshim begin to worship her body.

And that’s exactly what this is.

He drags his lips from one breast to another.

God, that’s exactly what this is…

Bryn arches her back, and Khalohn does another swirl of his tongue around her nipple before he begins to kiss his way down her belly. When he reaches her navel, he traces the tip of his tongue around the circular indent, and he doesn’t miss the way her hands fist the comforter beneath them. The sound she makes as he tastes the skin above her panty line about saps what little patience he has left, and he’s up on his knees a second later. A second after that, her panties clear the heels of her strappy, black sandals.

It takes no longer than the blink of an eye for panic to interrupt the fog of Jessica’s heightened arousal. While she’s still wearing her shoes and the robe Godrik slipped over her shoulders a few minutes ago, she feels no less naked than she is. For the first time, he’s taking everything he’s paying for, and it registers that she’snakedin front of a completestranger.

But then he descends, gently spreading her legs before his mouth is there. As he tastes her, a twisted sense of familiarity chases away her panic, and she gives in. Again. Only this time is slightly different than the last. It’s good. It’sreallygood—but he’s not so gentle, and she thinks she likes that better. Her hands, holding two fistfuls of comforter, yank at the fabric as her back arches and her eyes fall closed. When she moans, it’s because she can’t help it. His tongue is demanding, coaxing the height of her pleasure to the surface. Then he’s not using his tongue at all, but his fingers. This, she can’t deny, she likes, too. So much so, as he curls his digits inside of her, Jessica is certain she’s on the brink of an orgasm.

Then his fingers are no longer there.

She opens her eyes just in time to see Godrik lift himself over her. She blinks, noticing his hardened length has been freed from his underwear and sheathed in a condom. So distracted by her own arousal, she can’t make sense of when that happened. She blinks again, and before she has time tothink, he’s inside of her.

She gasps loudly, her eyes open wide, her knees fall open, her back arches so severely her nipples graze across Godrik’s chest, and she swears she can feel him so far deep inside of her, she wonders—fleetingly, irrationally, yet blissfully—if he’s grazed the nerves of her spine.

Khalohn stills for a moment, enraptured by the look on Bryn’s face and the arch of her body as he fills her completely. She whimpers when he eases his way out; then as he surges his way back in—her hands are on him, one at his shoulder, the other at his side, her fingers digging into his skin as she starts to come.

“Christ,” he hisses, grabbing hold of her hip and holding her trembling body steady. He yanks himself out and slams into her once more.

“Godrik,” she breathes.

Godrik…

He replays the sound in his head as he stares into her liquid brown eyes, glued to his as she pants for breath. He lifts his hips, pulling out yet again, and when she’s still coming on his return thrust, he knows one thing for certain. He’s just unearthed his treasure. It’s mesmerizing. It’s precious. And they’ve only just begun.

Jessica stares atthe door through which Godrik has just taken his leave, the wrinkled, silky sheet pulled up over her chest in one hand, the lacey, floor-length robe clenched in her other. She’s at a loss for words, her mind adrift in the alternate reality that is Clandestine’s.Moreeven—the elaborate fantasy in which she is Bryn and she belongs to a man she knows nothing about.

Her fist tightens around the sheet as she tries to shake her thoughts into order, bringing her back to real life. Unfortunately—orfortunately,she can’t decipher between the two—her mind is still foggy with the thick, billowing cloud that is the result of four orgasms delivered over the course of an unknown number of hours. Godrik had worked her up with his mouth, then his fingers, before he made her come with his extraordinary cock. And that’s exactly what it is, she’s convinced. Nothing short of magnificent.

Her second orgasm came by way of his mouth. While she had been so turned on and wanting enough to wish to use her mouth on him as well, he wouldn’t let her. Instead, he licked and nibbled, teased and coaxed, worshipped and explored her body until he was inside of her again, and orgasm number three—orgasm number two forthe legendshe now understood him to be—caused them both to collapse in exhaustion.

After a short doze, Godrik got his money’s worth and worked them both to the height of passion one last time.

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