Page 147 of This Bitter Sweet Temptation
It’s easier to carry her to bed than to think about the things I’m not telling her. Easier to kiss up her stomach, pushing her shirt as I go, than think about what she’ll say if she finds out what I’m up to.
Her breath shudders as I cover those tits with my hands, nipples blooming between my fingers.
The roughness just adds another layer of sensation.
No sight, only touch.
Just frantic breath and tongues and teeth.
I suck her nipple. She gasps and stiffens.
I’m so hilariously boned. How could I ever stop wanting her?
I don’t just mean burying my dick balls deep but wanting to see her smile. To make her laugh. Wanting her to cry out in the darkness, spilling my name like the dark, twisted shadow I’ve become in her world.
It’s absurd, how much we’ve surrendered to desire.
Her heart pounds under my hand. I press it against her chest and her eyes glow indigo.
I know she’s here with me, lost in electric anticipation, so ready to lose ourselves in another night of bad decisions.
“Holden,” she moans. “I want younow.”
“Patience, woman.”
“Fuckpatience.”
“No.” I kiss her hip, my voice possessive. “I wouldn’t like you fucking anything that isn’t me.”
She shivers. “Ever?”
I keep kissing her skin, even as my brain freezes.
There’s a damning question.
A vulnerability I haven’t heard before.
An answer that feels impossible.
I spread her legs and settle between them, distracting her with kisses.
“Not while we’re doing this.” I bite her inner thigh. The safe answer. The only one I can give with pure madness boiling my brain, my blood. It must work because she muffles her face in the pillow. “You said live in the moment, Clee. Here we fucking are. It’s a jealous moment, and I won’t share it or you with anything.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I— Oh!”
I don’t let her finish.
And I lose my last ragged thread of self-control as I bring my mouth to her pussy, owning her clit with my tongue. She’s already wet and she tastes like seventh heaven.
Like every dirty, forbidden thing I wouldn’t let myself have.
Everything I wonder how the fuck I’ll live without after this arrangement ends.
I fuck her with my tongue until she’s moaning louder against the pillow. I watch her stuff the corner into her mouth and bite it, twisting her face.
I bring her to the edge again and again, until she’s begging me to let her come, thighs twisting around my head.
Finally, I do.
