Page 69 of Chandelier Sin
“You tease me like it’s okay.”
“You’ve wanted me from the moment we met.” I towered over her. “But if it happens it will be on my terms.”
Her eyelids fluttered. “You’re punishing me.”
“Is that how it feels?” I rested a palm on her shoulder.
“Feels?” she said it softly, a hint of subspace.
“Has he ever hurt you, Eve?” I stared at her face, but she was wearing makeup, so it was hard to tell if there were signs.
“No.”
“I don’t believe you.”
She flung my hand off. “Get out.”
“You get out first,” I said with an edge of humor.
Trembling, her breaths came short and sharp. “Don’t.”
“I know what you need,” I told her firmly.
Her breathing became more erratic, as though the shock of our interaction made her giddy.
“Admit it,” I whispered.
“I need to forget today ever happened.” Her expression became tortured. “I messed up. I may have ruined the chance to…”
“To what?’
“Please, make me forget.”
Her own existence? Maybe that’s what she meant. I could do that. Provide a totally different kind of medicine.
The evidence of what her husband could do to me was lying on a bed in her cottage. I pushed all thoughts of the last hour awayand considered giving her what she desperately needed—affection, tenderness, and perhaps a climax she could dream of later.
“Atticus. I consent to what you want to do to me.”
Her pleading had me dragging my hand up her thigh, dropping to my knees before her, as though kneeling before a queen. Reaching for her panties, I dragged them down her thighs and then helped her step out of them.
I tucked them into my jacket pocket.
This,thiswas the definition of insanity, the mark of a dead man walking, but I refused to listen to my internal screams warning me against doing this.
I wanted her.
I breathed in her exquisite pussy, a majestic perfume, luring me. Eve was already wet, as though our argument had aroused her. She trembled as I brushed a fingertip over her labia.
“You don’t deserve this pleasure,” I whispered, my thumb easing apart the soft skin to better see her swollen clit. “However, I will grant you one more kiss.”
And I did, nuzzling in and brushing my tongue along her labia.
She threw her head back, locks tumbling behind her.
It was my turn to claim her. She tasted sweet like the rarest nectar. My tongue brushed along her silky softness, exploring the tender crevices before focusing on her clit, circling, flicking upward, creating a perfect rhythm.
I wanted to make sure this memory would be forged upon her consciousness, would cling to her day and night, providing a lasting impression of pleasure.
