Page 108 of Ruthless Sin
I let my mouth find hers. The taste of the milk on her tongue. She kisses me with certainty. She knows the bed is hers now. Her hand goes from the back of my neck to the side of my throat to my chest. She unbuttons my shirt the rest of the way. Pushes it off my shoulders.
I let her.
She kisses me slow. Taking her time.
We know each other’s bodies now.
I undress her with my hands sure for the first time. The shirt comes off in one motion. The chain stays. She’s in nothing under the shirt.
I lower my mouth to her throat.
“Good girl,” I say against her skin. “Mia bella.“
“I want to hear you tonight,” I say against her skin. “Whatever you give me.”
She makes a sound at the back of her throat.
I put my teeth at the hollow of her throat.
Small. Careful. Not enough to break the skin. Enough to leave a mark she’ll see tomorrow in the mirror.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
My teeth on her skin. My hands on her thighs. Weeks of this and the truth still in my mouth.
I should have told her the day I knew.
She makes a different sound.
I stop. Lift my head. Look at her face.
She nods.
“Da.”
I bite again.
Tongue after the bite. Then I bite the place under her jaw where the violin lives. Tongue after the bite. The small place is the place I’ve been kissing for weeks. Tonight I’m marking it.
She arches.
I move down.
Sternum. Ribs. Hipbone. Inside her right thigh.
I bite there. Gentle.
She arches off the bed.
She’s going to be wearing it tomorrow when I tell her about Yelena.
I don’t stop.
I put my mouth on her.
She’s wet. Already wet.
I groan against her.
