Page 153 of Secret Obsession
I get to the edge of her jaw, and she directs my lips to hers with a hold on my chin.
Gladly.
Our lips slide against each other. I run my tongue across the seam of her lips, and they part for me so nicely. I taste her mouth. Her tongue tangles with mine.
I drag her leggings down again, and her hand guides my cock to her entrance. Her thumb passes over my piercing, and I moan into her mouth. She’s slick and hot, and I notch at her opening. Her hand falls away, finding my hip and shoving my shirt up. My abdomen presses against hers for a moment, pinning her to the ice.
“Fuck me,” she begs, her lips moving against mine. “Miles, please.”
I thrust into her, my body tensing at the wicked heat of her. It’s a perfect contrast to the ice under my forearms and knees. The sweater protects her back from the worst of the cold and potential frostbite, but not all of it.
She shoves my shirt up higher, and she finds the cut on my chest by feel alone. Her nails dig into it, opening up the wound again. I cut myself deeper than her, secretly wanting the scar. Relishing the idea of it.
“Why’d you do this?” she asks, her voice hitching when I push back into her.
Fuck me, she feels good. I draw back to look into her eyes.
“Why’d I cut us open?”
She nods, and a pang echoes through my chest. She loops her arms around my neck, pulling me down. Until we’re nose to nose.
“We need it,” I reply. “And I need control…”
“Why?”
“It’s ingrained in me. It’s why we work so well together.” My feral girl and me. “Plus, we had a connection way before my brother tried to sweep you off your feet.”
Do I like bringing up my brother while I’m inside her? Not particularly. But I’m making a point, aren’t I?
Her eyes flash.
“Think about it,” I whisper in her ear. “And forget the rest of the noise.”
She whimpers in response. I pick up my pace, and I grit my teeth to stop myself from exploding inside her too soon. The piercings do something to her, sure, but they add some sensitivity to me, too.
My chest stings, and blood drips down onto her skin.
The urge to declare my love for her is overwhelming, but I quell it. Instead, I make sure shefeelsit. In the way I lift her body and hug her to me, her breasts crushed to my chest, in the way I fuck her sweetly and completely at odds with our earlier banter.
I just can’t fucking help it.
I smear my blood on my fingers and bring it to her lips. They automatically part for me, and I slip them into her mouth. Coating her tongue in my blood. And then I remove them and kiss her.Hard. So I can taste the metallic zing of blood mixing with her sweet saliva. Our teeth clash, and our tongues collide.
Her cunt clenches around me.
“Fuck.” I barely move away from her lips. “I’m not going to last long, wild girl. You feel too fucking good.”
I lean to the side and brush my fingers over her clit. The little nub is slick with her arousal, and she moans under me. I hit the right spot, both inside her and with the pad of my index finger.
“How about we come together? Hmm? I want to feel you tremble around me when I explode inside you.” I nip her earlobe.
“Okay,” she breathes. Her nails dig into my shoulders again.
“Good girl,” I whisper.
I work her up until she’s writhing beneath me, and her orgasm tears through her. She screams my name again.
Music to my ears.
