Page 108 of Velvet Chains

She reached for me and pulled me in. There was no softness to it, no apology. Just the urgency that I recognized in myself: the knowledge that this wasn't a forever thing, just a now thing, and either one of us could be gone tomorrow. She wrapped her legs around me, her thighs warm under my palms, and I pushed the loose hem of the shirt up, up, until she was exposed to me. I kissed her, then kept kissing her; her jaw, her collarbone, the tiny crescent scar just above her heart. “What happened here?” I asked.

“Bumped into something rough,” she said, still riding the line between cautious and vulnerable.

“Yeah? Well I’m going to make it all better,” I said, grazing my lips down there, rubbing my fingers against her clit. “What about here?”

She snorted, arching into my hand. “Razor burn. So sexy, right?”

I ran my tongue along the raised line, then lower, then circled her clit with my thumb and slid another finger inside her. Sheclenched around me—tight, wet, impatient. “You’re perfect,” I said.

“You’re lying.”

“No. When am I ever gentle enough to lie?”

She laughed. The sound was ragged and a little sad. I wanted to memorize it, the exact way she let herself crack at the edge of pleasure and regret. I worked her higher, pressed in deeper with every stroke, until her whole body bowed toward me and she muffled a curse against my lips.

I loved the way she tasted. I wanted to keep her like this forever—flushed and breathless, legs still twitching from release, fingers tangled in my hair like she didn’t want me to leave her body for even a second.

When I finally came up for air, she was all crooked smiles and labored breath. I grinned against her stomach, then kissed lower just to tease her, just to hear that little gasp again—the one that always went straight to my cock. She tried to push me away, but she didn’t mean it, not really. I let her anyway, because I liked the way her body shifted when she did.

I kissed my way back up slowly, deliberately, tracing the sharp line of her ribs with my tongue, the dip of her collarbone with my lips, and finally her mouth—the way I always did. Delicate at the edges, devouring at the core.

“Sweet talker,” she panted, like I hadn’t just unraveled her.

I let out a quiet groan, then rolled to my back with her in my arms–making her straddle me, get closer. She was still inmy shirt—just the shirt—thin cotton clinging to her damp skin, barely covering the parts of her that always undid me. Her hips rolled, grinding against my thigh like she knew exactly what it would do to me.

“So perfect,” I said, voice catching as she rocked against me, using my body like it belonged to her. Like she could take what she needed. “Are you gonna get yourself off just by humping me?”

“No,” she said, smirking. “I need you to fuck me.”

Jesus.

I clenched my jaw, rolled my hip up to meet hers, and drove my thigh hard against her center. She moaned—sharp, breathless—and that was it. I lost whatever control I had left. I grabbed her ass, rough and greedy, shifting her higher. She braced her hands on my shoulders, legs spread over mine, already slick and desperate. I held her there for a second, just looking at her.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I murmured, voice ragged. “You want a taste, sweetheart?”

She let out a breathy laugh. “You’re such a freak.”

“You like it.” I shifted under her, slid one hand between her thighs and traced through the heat, then brought my fingers to her mouth.

She sucked them clean without blinking.

I could’ve come just from that.

Which meant Ireallyneeded to fuck her.

I gripped her hips and aligned myself, pushing in slow. Deep. All the way. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, her nails raking down my chest and over my ribs like she was trying to brand me.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “You feel so good.”

“So do you,” I said.

I didn’t move at first. I just held her there, buried inside her, feeling her tighten around me like her body was trying to keep me.

And then she rocked.

Just once.

That slow, perfect grind that made my vision go dark around the edges. She did it again. Again. Until I met her thrust for thrust, slow at first, then harder. Deeper. I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard, teeth and tongues and heat and need.