Page 71 of Book People

I want a taste.

I sink to my knees and rip open the denim, shove her knickers down.

‘Sebastian,’ she gasps, as I put my mouth on her.

I remember the taste of her, sweet and salty, and I familiarise myself again. My God, she’s sensational. I can’t get enough. I explore her tenderly and with reverence, paying attention to every part of her.

She moves restlessly against me, gasping out my name.

I want to draw this out, but I’m desperate myself and I don’t think I can. So I tease her with my tongue, use my fingers to stroke and caress, and she cries out, shuddering between my hands as she comes.

So raw. So passionate.

My Kathryn.

She should never be Kate. Kate is pretty, but short and bitten off. You need to take your time with her name, roll it around in your mouth and really taste it. Two syllables. A sensual flavour I can draw out, indulge in.

Kathryn.

She’s panting as I get to my feet and still shaking, and it’s a good look for her. Flushed cheeks and soft mouth, post-orgasmic pleasure glowing in her darkened eyes.

My inner Neanderthal is satisfied.

I put that look on her face. That wasallme.

Without hesitation I get rid of the rest of her clothes and leave them on the floor by the shelves. She doesn’t stop me. She doesn’t protest. Just looks at me with desire in her eyes.

Yes. I am fucked. Well and truly.

I should walk away now, tell her never to darken my door again, but I know they’re empty threats. Words I will never utter.

The addiction is in me now, in my bones and cells.

It’s got a hold of me and I’m never going to get rid of it.

I’ve replaced the condoms in my wallet since our last encounter, so I grab one and get it out. Undo my trousers, roll it down my cock. Then I step forward and grip her, lifting her up against the solid oak shelves before pressing against her. She winds her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, her breasts pressed to my chest.

I push into her and the tight heat nearly makes me lose control then and there. And like we did before, I have to pauseand take a breath. Appreciate this incredible moment once again. When she is mine, all mine.

I look down into her eyes and she looks back.

My God, she’s beautiful.

I begin to move and she makes the most delicious sound. Half a moan, half a sigh. Her hips lift against mine, and she moves with me.

The pleasure begins to wind around and around us, pulling tight.

She gasps again as I move deeper, faster, and her hands grip the shelves. Books fall to the floor, but I don’t see them. I don’t hear them. All I see is her.

‘Sebastian . . .’ She groans, arching against me. ‘Oh my God . . .’

The shelves shake as I move even faster, driving her on and myself along with her. The feel of her is incredible.

I bend and taste her neck, then her shoulder. My fingers dig into her hips, gripping her hard. I can’t get enough of her. I never will.

She’s going to haunt me for the rest of my life.

The orgasm comes like a freight train, barrelling down on me and I know I’m not going to last. I bite her breast, nip her, tease her nipple and pinch it. She gives a breathless cry and then I slip my hand between us, where she is sensitive and slick, and I give her a flick of my finger.

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