Page 86 of Abyss

“Your orange boots? Your fruit-shaped earrings? Your humming while you bake?” I take a breath, though my heart feels like it’s going to rocket out of my chest. “Your paintings, your nightlights, or that diamond over your lip?”

I give us both a moment to absorb my words. A moment where Kavi stares at me, dumbfounded and stunned.

I shrug. “The way hum while you bake. Your orange fingernails, your button nose, or the Dr. Seuss clock on your nightstand.”

I give her a tentative smile; tentative and uncertain, when I’ve never felt either. But it’s what this woman does to me.

“I couldn’t pick just one,” I finish.

After what feels like an eon—like she’s just awakened from the stupor she was in—Kavi steps toward me. Her eyes are soft and searching, like she can finally see inside and wants to follow me.

I hold her gaze. “I can’t shake you, Kav. I’ve fucking tried, but I can’t.”

Her hands cup my face and mine drop to her hips as she makes her way between my splayed legs. “Then don’t.”

My entire body warms as she lifts on her toes once again, but instead of placing her lips on mine, she sticks her tongue out and runs it over my scruffed jaw. My hands fist momentarily before I palm her ass and pull her against my hardened cock.

I look down at her pillowy breasts, practically spilling from the top of her pink strapless dress, and a low growl shatters in my chest.I bet her nipples are pebbled underneath. Kavi’s lips drag down to my neck, where she sucks and nips at my skin, soft but sure.

I press forward, giving her a full indication of my need while my large palms knead her ass encouragingly.

She unbuttons my jacket, shoving it off my shoulders, as she trails her lips to my earlobe. Her warm tongue laves it gently before she pulls it between her teeth.

Goading, urging, provoking.

Knowing full well she’s drawing out an untamed beast she’ll never be able to get back into his cage.

“You gave me all those truths,” she whispers, stokingembers inside me, making me so rock-hard, I’m threatening to detonate. “Now it’s time you hear a few of mine.”

Her heart thunders, rattling my ribcage.

“Your plush, unsmiling lips, your storm-colored eyes . . .” she dusts her thumb over my stubble as she whispers, “and this scruff that drives me insane.”

Her breaths come out in spurts as she lays a hand over my heart. “The heart you guard. The way you kiss. The way you touch. The way you smell.” Her eyes bounce against mine. “I can’t shake you, either, Hudson, nor do I want to.”

Our mouths collide like crashing waves.

Turbulent and explosive, intense and urgent.

Kavi’s fingers work fast, unfastening my bowtie and unbuttoning my shirt, as I walk her backward to my bed. Our tongues entangle and thrust as our moans crash between us. There’s a ferocity in our kiss and our movements, a need to own and possess. It’s not gentle or slow, not sweet and soft. It’s untamed and vicious, just like the primal desire inside us. One that’s finally been set free.

I’m fevered and delirious as my hands make their way to her breasts. I can’t get a good handful with her dress’s stiff bodice in the way. She notices, quickly unzipping the side and pulling her dress down. It pools on the floor at her ankles, exposing miles of her skin with nothing but a triangle of pink fabric between her thighs.

“Fuck,” I rasp, grabbing handfuls of her perky tits and rolling her nipples between my fingers.

She moans in my mouth, her short fingernails scraping down my chest.

I don’t let our lips untangle, my appetite for her intensifying with each drag of my tongue against hers. She tastes just like the first time we kissed, with an added note of wine—delicious and addictive.

“Are you on the pill?” I ask huskily against her mouth.

“Yes.”

“Good. Then get your ass on the bed for me,” I order, tilting my head to the bed behind her. “First, I need your pussy on my tongue, then I need it to swallow my cock.”

Even as she shakes her head, as if resisting my demand, she scoots down the bed, flicking her eyes to the clock on my nightstand. “We don’t have time, Hudson. They’ll be cutting the cake in less than fifteen minutes.”

I lick my lips. “Then you better come fast and hard, because we’re not leaving until my tongue is covered with you.” I look down at her heaving chest, loving the way her skin glistens, even though I’ve barely touched her. Trailing my fingertips down her stomach, watching her clench and whimper, I brush them over the elastic of her panties. “Open your knees. I can fucking smell you from here. Fuck, I can even taste you from here.”

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