Page 19 of Carnival Stalker

A low growl rumbles in my throat as I yank her flush against me, claiming her mouth. She gasps, her body melting into mine as our lips move in a duel for dominance. My tongue plunders the depths of her mouth, tasting the intoxicating essence that is uniquely her.

One hand tangles in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss, while the other roams the luscious curves of her body. She whimpers against my lips, sending white-hot need through my veins.

Reluctantly, I break the kiss, both of us panting heavily. Tilly’s eyes are glazed with a haze of desire.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy, sweetheart,” I rasp, trailing scorching kisses along the slender column of her throat.

She shivers beneath my touch, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I nip at her racing pulse point. “Phoenix...”

“I can think of a better way to spend our time thanstanding around here,” I murmur against the sensitive hollow beneath her ear.

Pulling back, I brush a strand of hair from her flushed face, my thumb tracing the curve of her kiss-swollen lips. “How about we go for a ride on the Ferris wheel?”

I guide Tilly onto the Ferris wheel, my hand at the small of her back, reveling in how her eyes sparkle under the glowing lights of the carnival. As we settle into our seats, I pull her close, my hand sliding possessively onto her thigh.

The wheel begins to turn, lifting us into the night sky. I hold Tilly tighter, my hand gently stroking her soft skin. Her eyes flutter closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips.

I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. “Like that, do you, sweetheart?” I murmur, my thumb grazing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

She nods slightly, her breath quickening. “Mmm-hmm,” she replies.

My hand continues its lazy path up her thigh, my fingers inching dangerously higher.

Tilly moans, her body arching subtly toward me. “Phoenix,” she breathes, her hands clutching at my shoulders.

I chuckle low in my throat, the sound vibrating through her. “What’s wrong, Tilly? Don’t you like it?”

“I—yes,” she stammers, her cheeks flushing. “It’s just?—”

“Just what?” I nudge her chin with my fingers, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Tell me what you want.”

Her eyes search mine for a moment before she dropsher gaze, a delicate pink tingeing her cheeks. “I want—” She hesitates.

I stroke her thigh again, a silent encouragement for her to voice her desires. “Tell me, Tilly,” I coax, my lips brushing her ear. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

She takes a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering shut. “I want you to touch me,” she confesses. “Please.”

My heart pounds in my chest as my thumb grazes the satin fabric of her panties.

I lean in, my lips hovering over hers. “As you wish, baby,” I whisper, capturing her mouth in a kiss.

I shift closer, savoring the warmth of her body against mine. With one hand, I caress her cheek, my thumb gently tracing the outline of her lips. The other hand slips beneath the hem of her skirt, slowly, deliberately, my fingertips teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

Her breath hitches as my fingers dance closer to her core. I hear her soft whimper and know she’s aching for more.

“You like that, don’t you?” I murmur.

I slide my hand higher, my fingertips grazing the silken fabric covering her wet pussy. I feel the dampness that has gathered there, a testament to her arousal.

“Yes,” she breathes, her body tensing beneath my touch.

With gentle pressure, I stroke her through the fabric, my touch teasing. Her hips buck slightly.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, gorgeous,” I whisper.

I continue my torment, drawing lazy circles, enjoyinghow her breathing quickens. Her soft moans fill the air, music to my ears.

As her arousal builds, I quicken the pace of my touch, my fingers firm and relentless. She cries out my name, her nails clawing into my shoulders as she yields to the sensations.

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