Page 74 of Poisoned Promise
Cold wine splashes my ankle, but neither of us spare it another thought as I hit the wall and he crowds me against it, kissing me like my life depends on it.
Nothing else matters.
Only this moment.
Only us.
“Stay,” Felix whimpers against my lips, then he uses the grip on my hair to pull me with him away from the wall, around, and back against his desk.
The lamp and boxes shudder from the impact, pens collapse out of their containers and scatter across the desk, stacks of paper flurry into the air when he sweeps one arm to clear it, and then he’s placing me down on the desk as if I belong there.
Part of me does. I belong here with him and I never want to leave.
That part of me is stronger today.
Felix’s teeth sink into my lower lip at the same time as he rips my blouse open and paws at my breasts like an animal.
I wrap my legs around his waist and draw him in, where the ridge of his cock through his slacks bumps against my core.
“Clothes off,” I demand breathlessly. “Now!”
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FELIX
How can I resist such a demand? Dove’s hands claw at my shirt, tearing it from my body and sending buttons cascading in all directions.
I shrug her out of her blouse, snap her bra from her shoulders and as her bare breasts spill out for my hungry gaze, something about the curious awe in her eyes makes me pause.
She touches my heavily inked chest, then runs her fingers to one shoulder and then the next.
“You have so much more,” she whispers. “So much more than the last time I saw them.”
“Every time the loss got too much, I went to the tattoo parlor,” I admit softly, following her touch with my eyes. She traces vines and leaves, trees and flowers, birds and bees and all manner of insects, then down more swinging vines to my abdomen.
My chest and back paint the same picture, and the ink feeds down both arms to my wrists.
“So much,” Dove repeats softly.
I’ve had a lot of years and a lot of pain, but with Dove back in my life, the urge for the burn of the needle hasn’t hit once. It’s been replaced by my hunger for her.
She looks back up at me and lowers both her hands to my belt where she grips and jerks me closer. “Clothes off!”
By the time I’ve shed my slacks and boxers, my cock swells at half mast and hangs away from my body, throbbing at the sight of Dove on my desk with one foot resting up on the wood as she pulls her panties past her ankle.
I immediately drop to my knees and kiss her ankle as she lowers her foot, then I follow that path all the way up her calf to her thigh.
Small scars I used to trace every day with my tongue still exist but they’re joined with more.
Unfamiliar scars with stories I know nothing about.
Dove caresses my hair as I kiss all the way up the silky soft skin of her inner thigh until I’m face to face with her glistening pussy, slick with her excitement.
I stare, amazed that she’s back with me until she pulls hard on my hair.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“Because you’re beautiful.” My eyes flick up past the swell of her breast and eager, stiff nipples to meet her dark, lust-filled eyes. “You’ve no idea how much I ache to relearn every inch of you.”
