Page 57 of The Masks We Break

It sounds way stupider when I say it out loud. And when he doesn’t respond, I can’t help the idiotic explanation from following.

“It makes me think of your eye. I don’t know how to explain it, but the glow behind it is so bright, like you—”

“The moon is a dark rock, puppet. Full of craters from being pummeled relentlessly.”

I scoff, tracing the optical piece, watching as the light refracts in the lens. “And yet it’s still there. Shining bright, dominating the sky, and controlling the waves on Earth. It’s calmed the waves that have raged in my mind countless times.”

The near confession burns across my face, but I don’t regret saying it. I want him to know.

Finally, I let myself turn, peeking at him from behind my lashes.

He’s leaning against the stone column, his feet crossed at the ankle, hands tucked inside his slacks. The tailored black on black suit conforming perfectly across his muscular body, making my mouth water.

Goodness, he is a freaking sight.

The heavy feeling between my legs blooms, and I clench my thighs as if it will help me somehow. But I know better. Now that I’ve had him, even just his fingers, I know nothing will alleviate the pressure unless it’s him.

My breath quickens, accommodating my increasing pulse as Blaze reads everything written on my face. And when a smirk tugs up one side of his lips, I can’t keep my focus, my eyes flash to the ground.

“Thank you for telling me that.” I see his feet uncross and hear his steps echo across the tile.

“On the table.” His voice takes on that commanding tone, driving straight into my core. My knees almost buckle and I hold on to the end of the telescope for support. “Now, puppet. I don’t like to ask for things twice.”

I take an aggressive swallow, scooting to the heavy table, pushing my purse to the side. “Yes, sir.”

I brace my palms on the table, goose bumps prickling along my arms as I feel the heat of his body moving closer. But still, I don’t look up. Instead, I close my eyes and lift up on my heels, only a small hop needed to get on top of the smooth table.

A gasp escapes my mouth, the cold surface shocking my skin through the thin fabric. My thighs squeeze shut, and the fabric pulls between my legs, leaving the outside exposed.

“Look at me.”

I suck in a breath, aware that he’s now only a few feet away, and do as told. Sure enough, he’s moving toward me slowly, his hands still in his pockets as if this is just a casual encounter, even though this is anything but. I can see the nerve in his jaw ticcing, the six clenches he takes before taking a breath.

My clit throbs painfully, and I adjust my hips to feel a little friction. But Blaze’s eyes darken, his brow furrowing as he tsks. He eats the distance between us in seconds, and grips both of my knees, forcing them an inch apart so I can’t move.

“Absolutely not. The only pleasure you get tonight will come from me.” His strong fingers dig into my flesh and my head falls back, a soft moan escaping.

“Now be a good girl and lay back.”

Again, I obey without hesitation, slowly lowering myself the rest of the way. A shock ripples through my muscles when my exposed back makes contact with the table, an exhilarating combination of cold wood, and the fire between my legs.

He lowers his frame, lifting the inner fabric of my dress to the side, peppering languid kisses down my inner thigh. His nose finds my center, and I spasm, my knees nearly squeezing his head.

Pushing them back apart, he takes a deep breath, making every muscle clench. “Hmm. This is becoming my favorite smell. Your arousal. All for me.”

A shiver racks through my body right before the rip of my panties sounds in the air. It snaps against my skin, a dose of pain radiating across my hip. His palm finds the spot immediately, rubbing soft circles.

It’s never lost on me that while he’s hard and dominating, he is also caring and unbelievably gentle. It only confirms what I’ve always known, and hope expands in my chest.

I feel the heat rise in my face, but it’s short lived. Blaze’s dark stormy eyes are the last thing I see before his face disappears. My head flies back, softly thudding on the table as his mouth meets my sex. His warm tongue starts at the entrance before sliding up through my folds, circling around my sensitive bud. It sends shock waves through my center, and I arch into his mouth.

A low groan from his throat vibrates against my lips as he continues his assault, sucking and licking in tandem.

“Blaze.” I grip the dark strands in front of me, whimpers of pleasure spilling from my mouth.

His fingers dig into the side of my thigh, his tongue pressing into all the right places. A wave of pleasure rolls through me, building so fast I tremble against him.

And just like that, his mouth disappears, replaced by two fingers plunging inside. He curls them in a tortuous motion, while his body moves up, hovering over me like a brutal storm waiting to break open.

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