Page 65 of Abyss

She doesn’t pose it as a question, so I just nod. “We go back to the way things were after this. Are you okay with that?”

Her head bobs, despite the downturn of her mouth. “I’m okay with it if you’re okay with it.”

Something about her response makes me want to argue, even though it’s exactly what I’d wanted from her. Perhaps it’s the way she accepted it, even as the gold in her eyes lost its tinsel and varnish. Perhaps it’s that I wanted her to disagree and plead, even though I was the one who proposed it.

Shoving the thoughts aside, I pick her up and sit her on my desk. Grasping the waistband of her skirt, I wiggle it over her thick thighs, tossing it in a heap with her shirt. Then I do the same with her orange boots.

Jesus Christ, she looks so fucking hot—sitting in her lacy white underwear, with her perky tits hanging out of her bra cups—that my dick wrestles against the inside of my pants, begging to be let free. He wants inside her like he’s never wanted anything else before.

Running my hands over the soft span of her thighs, I nod toward her center. “Put your feet on the edge of the desk and open those legs. Let me see how drenched that pussy is for me.”

Another gasp hits my ears, her eyes widening, before she does what I ask, hooking her feet on the edge and parting her legs. I’m desperate to touch her. Smell her. Taste her.

I slide the tips of my thumbs over the crease where her legs meet her center, watching her reaction through anunfiltered curiosity. Kavi pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, eyes hooded, letting out a soft whimper that begs for more. A whole lot more.

Sliding the fabric between her legs to the side with my free hand, I take in her glistening pussy. Kavi’s chest heaves, her palms pressing against the table behind her as her head falls back. “Please.”

Even the slightest touch has her soaking for more.Soakingfor me.

I glide the tips of my fingers through her wet middle, parting her folds. I can practically taste her on my tongue just from her scent and the way she drips for me. “This has to be the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Her response is a moan accompanied by the jerky rise of her center, chasing my touch.

“Do you have any fucking idea how frustrating you’ve been since the moment you fell into my lap?” I ask in a harsh whisper, continuing my slow, exploratory perusal between her folds.

I recall our first meeting at the restaurant, when she dropped a glass of water in my lap before dabbing it with a napkin. As infuriated as I was, I was still fucking aroused, taking in the ass she swayed freely in the air.

“It seems all your efforts to get rid of me have failed at every turn,” she retorts, groaning.

I circle my fingers around her clit, flicking it until I have her jumping under me. “You’ve been a pain in my ass. The literal reason my dick is constantly rock-hard.”

“Mmm,” she hums, eyes closed, mouth hanging open as I dip a finger into her, watching the way her pussy swallows it. “I’m going to require visual confirmation of that.”

Dipping that same finger deeper, I gradually slip it all the way inside so my palm rests over her sex.

Kavi moans, a flush working up her chest.

Withdrawing my finger, I find her clit again, rubbing it before dipping down to massage her entrance while Kavi chants my name, squirming and moaning against me.

My eyes can’t seem to move away from her face, mesmerized by every little flick of emotion that skates across it as I add another digit inside her. Using my thumb, I rub little circles around her nub, making her gasp.

The wet noises from my languid movements have heat crawling over my skin. I can feel the fever rising over me. “Fuck.”

I pull my fingers out, bringing her juices to my lips and sucking them clean. Her head tips forward to watch me, lust swirling in her honeyed gaze. There’s something so alluring, so beautiful about the contrast of her dark skin and her gold-flecked eyes. She’s as hypnotizing as she is delicious.

Dipping my fingers back inside her entrance, I twist and turn them. She’s dripping down my palm, widening her legs to give me room to play with her.

Bringing her wetness to my lips again, I suck off my fingers one by one. “You taste just like you smell.”

Her hand fists against the table, knuckles whitening, voice pleading. “What do I taste like?”

“Like my filthiest thoughts. Like the kind of sin I’ll never find redemption for.”

Licking my lips, I press my fingers back inside her, watching her chest rise with every breathy gasp. I work her, turning my fingers slowly while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

She seems to like that, moaning as she grasps her breast. “That feels so good, Hudson. Please don’t stop.”

Pushing my fingers as far as they can go, I lean down to add my tongue to her clit. She must not have expected that—given her eyes were closed—because she jumps at the contact, moaning outright. Her hand falls to my head as shewiggles under me, her stomach contracting, her thighs trembling around my head.

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