Page 14 of True Fate

She was in his arms before she could draw another breath, legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping his back. His lips closed around her nipples, dampening lace and skin that had been aching for his touch.

She caught a glimpse of his art studio as they stumbled into the room. Canvases, two easels, brushes of various sizes, and the acrid scent of acrylics. He set her on the drafting table she’d fantasized about and popped the clasp on her bra. Reckless desire drummed through her as his mouth skimmed her ribs, her belly, pausing at the edge of her thong.

His gaze locked with hers as he caught the thin strip at her hip in his teeth. “Yes?” he whispered, the question a sizzling streak across her thigh.

Lainey lifted her hips.Yes.

His eyes closed on a groan, pulse pounding with each unsteady breath as he dragged the thong down her legs, letting the scrap of lace fall to the floor. Then he looked up at her, fully aware of the raw intent in his gaze. Thepromise. The kind no inexperienced seventeen-year-old boy could have offered her.

Justin gripped her waist, pulling her forward until she was close to slipping off the table. “You aresobeautiful, Lain. And I want you.” His hands trembled slightly as they moved over her skin, hunger coiled tight in his gut. She was right there, open to him, and he didn’t want to waste a second. “Fortunately, I do my best work here, sweetheart. Want to see?”

She dragged her foot along the bulge straining against his black boxer briefs. “So this is your creative space,” she murmured. “I’m a big fan of…inspired work.”

Gently spreading her legs, he kissed the inside of her thigh, nudging her foot away from his cock. “There’s time for me later, Lain. This is your fantasy, remember?”

Then he lowered his mouth to her, and everything else ceased to matter.

She arched into his touch as his fingers danced along the moist seam of her sex and his hot breath followed. She sank her hands in his hair, at first to cautiously guide, then tourge. With a throaty moan, he lingered, whispering his lips across her clit. Teasing, tormenting. A delicate dance, when she wanted rough play.

She looped her leg over his shoulder, pulling him in closer. “Harder, Just,more.”

He hummed low in his throat, the sound thick with gratifying torment. “You taste like heaven,” he murmured, tongue toying with the swollen nub, lighting her up inside. Waves of bliss rolled through her as he sucked, and she shivered. “That’s it. You’re going to come so hard for me.”

Making good on that vow, his fingers delved, one sliding inside as he leaned into the assault, driving her to the brink. “Not enough,” he whispered, perhaps to himself, before capturing her clit with his lips—a forceful move that had her lifting off the table, seeing stars, wondering if she should warn him she was close.

But he knew, working steadily, his focus solely on her.

He only paused to murmur delicious, dirty promises against her thigh while he stroked, while he licked, while he took her apart. Telling her how thoroughly he was going to fuck her when he was done. How he’d never desired anyone as much as he desiredher. How she was the woman he dreamed of.

For the first time in forever, Lainey felt cherished, wanted,alive.

With her release circling, she collapsed to the table, her body curving, sending his finger deeper, her cries echoing through the room and circling back to enclose them in a web of passion.

And still, he devoured.

The orgasm ripped through her, and there was nowhere to go but straight into the spiral of pleasure. Gasping, she tried to roll away, wordlessly telling Justin—because speech had abandoned her—that she was shattering from the inside out.

“Stay with me,” he said, blowing a teasing breath across her clit that she felt all the way to her toes. Though he continued thrusting, her pussy helplessly clenching around him as sensation consumed her. “I’ll back off a little, but let it ride.”

Closing her eyes, she dropped her arms to her sides, releasing him. Letting pleasure—just as he’d asked—take over.Let it ride.

It was the most glorious oral experience of her life.

Who knew a body couldsing?

When her heartbeat slowed and her mind returned, she blinked to find Justin standing between her legs, his gaze scorching as he studied her like a masterpiece in his gallery.

He brought his hand to his nose, breathed her in, and whispered, “Come here.”

My God, the deadly look on his face. “Just, I can’t move right now. I’m surprised I can speak. I’m fairly certain I can’twalk.”

His lips quirked in a fast grin. Stepping out of his briefs, he dropped to a squat, digging through his jeans. She rose onto her elbow to take in the view. The trail of dark hair running from his sternum to his navel was mesmerizing, as were the taut muscles in his abdomen, flexing with each movement.

And that tattoo, something she hadn’t known she liked until now.

When he found what he was looking for, Justin shot her a pleased smile and lifted the condom like a prize. Opening the packet, he gave his cock a teasing stroke before rolling it on.

“Where?” she asked, boneless, legs trembling.

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