Page 131 of Secret Obsession
My teeth graze her earlobe, and she groans.
She tenses and shudders around me, her cry wordless. I pump twice more and meet her in the haze of climax.
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WILLOW
“Ilove you,” Miles repeats.
He’s undone my restraints and lifted me into his lap, but he bats away my hand whenever I go for the blindfold.
“I’m not going to leave you. I’m not going to hurt you in any way you don’t want to be hurt. I love you, and I’ll always love you.” It seems to be some sort of mantra. If he repeats it, it’ll stick.
I try to believe him.
I really do.
But there’s a little voice in my head that reminds me what happens when people love me—and whenIlove.
My heart is aching—but there’s a physical pain on top of that. A tenderness. And by the way Miles probes it with his fingers, eliciting a hiss from me, I know it’s intentional. He smears something into my skin, and then he’s got my hand in his.
He brings it to his chest, flattening my palm over his heart.
His thundering pulse flutters against my palm—and then the matching wetness.
“Miles—”
“Shh.” It sounds like an order.
I close my mouth.
He sets me back on the mattress, and his weight disappears. I stay still, listening for him.
His hands return to my ankles, and I suck in a breath. A second later, something is running up my center. His finger, maybe, or—
“You smell like us,” he says from between my legs. His lips kiss my inner thigh.
He pushes a finger into me slowly. I grip the blankets under me, trying desperately to ground myself when he seems desperate to knock me off course.
His lips close over my clit.
“No, no,” I murmur, shifting. Trying to roll away from him. “Miles, I already—”
“You’ll come again,” he says.
And then he’s right back on me, licking and nipping at the sore bud. He continues like he’s got all the time in the world, andfuck, heat spreads through me like wildfire. He grips my ass, keeping my core pressed right to his face. There’s no escape from it, and he builds me up like he’s done it a thousand times before.
How does someone know my body better than me?
“I can’t.”
“You can,” he growls.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I scream. My orgasm hits hard, bowling into me. I twist on the sheets, my body lighting up from the inside.
“Beautiful girl.” His fingers are working inside me. “One more, hmm?”
“I can’t.”
