Page 121 of Remnants
It’s simultaneously addicting and terrifying.
I push the hair in her face behind her ear, following her silky tendrils to their ends and then bringing them to my face. A long inhale gives me the vanilla conditioner scent that I crave and a hint of cinnamon that brings a small smile to my lips.
It gives me great pleasure that she now uses my body wash over any of the others. Physical proof on her skin that she still belongs to me even if I’m not with her as much as I’d like.
The two hours of sleep I’d planned for begin to disappear as I graze my thumb over her cheekbone. Down her jaw. Across her parted lips. My thumb stalls there, my heart ratcheting to galloping speed as I stare at her soft lips. As I remember what Jackson’s been telling me about her. It’s all based on trust, though, and have I earned hers? He’s had her trust since almost the beginning, but me…I’m still trying to earn that back. All while I’m testing and exploring my own desires and what they entail.
I can’t afford another misstep with her.
But I’m not sure how much longer I can hold myself back.
I drag my thumb down her lip, watching it catch and pull before itbounces back. My breathing hitches, the knuckle of my index finger angling her chin up as I lean in, as if drawn by an invisible force. Her breath hits my lips, warming them as I hold myself a hairsbreadth away.
I should wake her if this is what I want.
I shouldn’t interrupt her sleep.
I know how hard she’s been working with Kellan and Jackson on her gift. On fighting and building up her stamina. She’s even been spending more time with the Guild, which is another thing that gives me a burst of pleasure. The Guild isn’t my brothers, but they’re the rest of the family I’ve been building the last two years. They mean more to me than I’d ever admit to them, and seeing her with them, seeing them accept her and give her another piece of her life that she’s been missing…
Fuck it.
My lips sink into hers, and I pull her flush against me. She doesn’t wake, doesn’t fight me as my tongue dashes across her lips. As I slip it through her seam and stroke her tongue with mine. My cock jerks to attention, growing at my hip, but I ignore it—as I’ve learned to do so many times before with her. I may have caved to kissing her while she’s asleep, but that’s as far as I’ll take it.
I slide my hand up her face, cradling it and pulling it to mine as I soak in the lushness of her lips. Memorize the feel of her mouth on mine. Drown in the taste of her, like sweet strawberries and a hint of mint toothpaste.
I kiss her until I’m breathless.
I kiss her until I think I’ll burst.
Until that raging need for her lips finally quiets, and I press soft kisses to her lips, adamant that this one will be the last and finding my lips on hers again anyway.
If she only knew how much she affected me.
Finally, I withdraw and catch my breath. My gaze fixates on her swollen, shining lips that reflect the moonlight through the window.
It takes concentrated effort to drag my eyes away from them before I start this all over again.
I think I can say with certainty what obsession tastes like now.
For me, it’s strawberry and mint.
One hour of sleep later, my alarm goes off.
It’s not a typical alarm that would wake anyone, but I rouse at the slightest noise. This one is the soft chirp of a bird every few seconds. Even so, I hurriedly swipe the alarm before it can potentially wake Raegan.
She’s wrapped around me, her head and arm over my chest and a leg splitting mine. My dick strains against my sweats, desperate for attention where her hip leans against it.
Five seconds.
Five seconds, I let myself linger with her. Run my hands over her back, her curves, her hair. Listen to her relaxed breathing. Imagine grabbing her pert ass and grinding my cock into her. Flipping herover and having her sweet pussy for breakfast before sheathing my dick in her heat.
Fuck.
I grip my dick, the throbbing need pulsing angrily when I don’t move to do as I imagined immediately. My balls ache, and a quick probe sends a bolt of pain through me.
Carefully, I extract myself, tucking the covers tightly around her to keep her warm, and then wake myself up with a cold shower and rough hand job. It’s nothing, absolutelynothingcompared to the feel of her hands. Her mouth. Her tight pussy. I wonder what her ass will feel like next. Beyond my imagination, I’m sure.
As it usually does, the image of her collared and leashed to me appears unbidden in my thoughts. Ever since she somewhat agreed to it in private, that picture hasn’t strayed far from my mind. She’s on her knees, her hands bound behind her back while I have her dressed in some skimpy strips of lace. She’s wearing vibrating underwear, completely at my mercy as I edge her to insanity while feeding her strawberries.
