Page 75 of Unveil

“Can’t finish that sentence for me? Is my reckless little bird finally shy?” His voice lowers, rich as honey as his warm whisper caresses my cheek. “Good. You never have to put on a show with me.”

Something unravels in my chest, releasing a tightness I hadn’t realized was holding me back. My vision blurs before I slam my eyes shut. The waterfall’s mist will hide any tears that fall, thankfully. He’s already seen too much of me. I alreadyfeeltoo much with him. And he’s not even inside me yet.

Orion Fury will ruin me if I’m not careful.

I brace myself for him to do it. My muscles tense, ready for him to pull back and slam into me in one brutal thrust.

But his fingers on my clit keep their steady circular rhythm that’s driving me mad. His thrusts slow, though, and he croons over the waterfall’s roar.

“Relax, I’m not gonna claim you. Not yet.” He kisses my tattoo on my upper back, making me quiver. “When I finally take you, there won’t be a single doubt about me in your mind. Now stay still and let your husband do the work.”

He shifts us over, catching me as my feet slip on the stones. I wonder why he’s moved us until my hands find a better grip on the new boulder in front of me, and my feet find purchase on aflat rock. The waterfall breaks on his back, splashing over mine as he bends over me.

One hand returns to cup my breast firmly, while his other hand zeroes in on my clit faster and with merciless precision. His cock pumps between my thighs again, slick with our arousal, and I whine at the sensations pulsing through me.

He works me brutally, tweaking my nipples, teasing my clit. But his tantalizing thrusts never give me the one swift plunge inside that I’m craving to ease the ache that I instinctivelyknowonly he can.

Every circle of his fingers over my clit builds tension in my muscles, tightening them as I clutch the boulder and become one throbbing heartbeat begging for release.

“Orion,please.”

He curses against my nape, but I can barely hear him, his name now a needy chant on my lips. My muscles coil tightly, straining to climb the peak, and I chase the high like I never have, rising with it, pleading for it, begging to reach it, until I finally… finally…

… break.

My climax slams into me, forcing a breathless cry from my chest. Waves of pleasure rack through me, and I collapse forward. Orion catches me, his arm banding over my chest before I hit the slick stone as all tension leaves my body.

“I got you.” He holds me to him, keeping me upright, cradling my throat with his palm again and steadying me.

His thrusts between my thighs grow frantic, his grip on my throat gentler now, while the one back on my hip is punishing, so desperate to claim me I know I’ll wear his marks. I swallow against his palm, and glance down at the hand on my hip. The FURY tattooed across his knuckles strains white as he clings to me through his frenzy.

He told me not to look at him, but Ineedto see the way he needs me, even if it’s only a peek.

When the hand at my throat leaves to grip my collarbone for a stronger hold, I glance over my shoulder and—God, am I glad I do.

Orion Fury is falling apart over me, face creased with focus, jaw locked, a vein bulging at his temple. His eyes fix on his cock sliding between my thighs, and he sucks in ragged breaths every time he thrusts.

Then he looks up.

His dark green and brown mismatched gaze captures mine. His lips part as his hips stutter almost to a stop. One heady breath passes between us, then he picks up speed again, eyes on me, letting me see the ecstasy my body gives him. His chest heaves, abs contracting over his inked stomach, and his cock thickens, teasing my entrance more and more with every stroke.

I brace my hands on the stone and bend lower, changing the angle to offer more of myself as I squeeze my thighs around him.

“Fuck, Luna. Fuck, fuck,fuck,baby,” he groans, one final thrust surging through him as he comes.

But his cock slides too high, the very tip slipping inside my channel before he lurches to a stop, hands digging into my collarbone and hip. His thick head lodged just past my entrance, his cum pulses into me, heat flooding my channel.

“Oh my God, Orion!”

“Shit,” he hisses low, looking almost as shocked as I feel, even as his hips keep pumping shallowly, spilling his seed into me.

“Orion, are you—are we…”

I drift off, panic, pleasure, confusing exhilaration—everything colliding in my chest at the sight of Orion’s awestruck face as he comes inside me.

A voice deep in the back of my mind tries to fight for reason, but something primal takes over instead. I suddenly want thingsI shouldn’t.Needthings I shouldn’t. The adrenaline brought on by this risk draws me to him like a drug.

My virginity teeters on a knife’s edge. He’s coming inside me, and worst of all, Iwantit.