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“And Aria just… listened?”
“Apparently.’’
A laugh slips out of me, catching James by surprise.
Aria is a lot of things. She’s fiercely loyal, protective, and extremely smart. But she’s never been good with being bossed around. If James told her to leave, there’s a zero percent chance she actually listened and left. My best guess is that she’s lurking somewhere, ready to pounce.
Besides, I know for a fact that Aria would never leave me behind. In fact, I could bet that she’s currently either making a plan on how to make a grand entrance or is waiting to attack James. I’m forever grateful to have her in my life; she’s like a sister I never had.
“What’s so funny?’’ He grunts out, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Nothing,’’ I shrug. “But seriously, you can’t keep me in here forever.’’
“Don’t worry, I don’t plan to.’’
A small frown tugs on my lips, and I lift a brow. “Then, what exactly am I doing here? Because if it’s some sort of a ploy to get my brain working and trigger any memories… it’s not working, sorry.”
“It’s not working so far,’’ he agrees, though bitterly. “But I have another trick up my sleeve.’’
“Do I want to know what it is?”
He shrugs. “Maybe. You’ll see it anyway.’’
“Fine,’’ I sigh, relenting. “When?”
“Tomorrow.’’
13
Rose
James lets me sleep. It takes me a solid hour to actually fall asleep, but somehow, having him lie down by my side makes it easier. As if the monster beside me scares away the monsters in my dreams. The warmth of his body lullabies me to sleep, and although it’s one without a dream, it’s peaceful — calm. My eyelids flutter closed, and I completely relax.
And I finally caught myself resting properly. That is, until I feel something down between my legs. My eyes open, and I prop myself on my elbows, then immediately freeze.
James is between my legs, softly kissing my inner thigh. He took off the clothes of the bottom part of my body, along with my underwear. His hands are gripping my thighs, parting them further apart.
“What are you doing?” I ask, heart skipping a beat. My voice is still sleep-infused, if a little raspy.
James’ eyes flick up to meet mine, glossy with need. He bites down on my thigh gently, a course of shivers spreading through my body, his fingers digging into my flesh.
“I got hungry.’’
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, his mouth finding my pussy, and a low moan slips from my lips. I shudder at the sensations, my legs parting voluntarily for him. And boy, does he eat like a man starved.
His tongue presses against my clit, one of his fingers slowly teasing my entrance, pressing the pad of his finger, but not quite pushing in. I fall back down on the bed, closing my eyes and moaning at the sensations.
James lifts my legs over his shoulders, and I wrap them around his head, pulling him in. He chuckles, his hot breath tickling my skin. I’m still in a half-asleep state, but as soon as he takes my clit between his lips and sucks on it, I jolt awake.
My hands fist around the sheets underneath me, curling, knuckles turning white. I feel myself getting wetter the longer he’s down and can no longer suppress the moans. My eyes close again, allowing myself to feel the entirety of his actions. My heart’s hammering in my chest, and I can hear the heartbeats ringing in my ears.
James groans against my flesh, pulling me as close as possible until I’m not even sure if he can breathe. His tongue laps up my juices, his finger slowly slipping inside me. At first, he starts out slowly, teasingly, just pushing it inside barely up to his knuckle.
“My God,’’ he groans. “You taste better than sin.’’
His gravelly voice sends chills down my back, my body arching to meet his eager mouth. He adds in a second finger, slowly picking up the pace, sucking and licking my most sensitive parts as if this is the last meal he’d ever have.
“James,’’ I gasp, my inner walls clenching on his fingers, sucking them deeper inside. James groans deeply, curling his fingers inside me and hitting that sweet spot, over and over again.
