Page 114 of The Obedient Lie

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I reached for his hand and guided it to my side, placing it over the curve of my ribs.

His fingers twitched—then moved. Trailing lightly. Reverently.

And then he shifted—fast.

Flipping me gently onto my back.

The air caught in my lungs as he hovered above me, just staring.

Looking at me like he hadn’t dared to before.

Like every inch of skin he’d memorized in silence was suddenly real, and right here.

He didn’t rush.

Just ran his fingers slowly over my stomach, along the edge of my hip, down my thigh. Barely touching. But feeling everything.

Then—just as suddenly—he curled his body back around mine, dragging me against his chest, wrapping me in his arms again.

But this time, his hands didn’t stay still.

They moved over my skin slowly, purposefully, like he couldn’t stop. Couldn’t help it.

And somewhere between one breath and the next... he relaxed.

Fully.

Completely.

Like the panic had drained out of him and left nothing but this.

His mouth brushed my ear.

And then, in a voice so low I almost missed it, he said,“One day, I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby. Really give you the worship you deserve.”

My breath hitched.

He stopped touching me then. Like even saying it had been too much.

And not long after, I felt his breathing even out—his body sinking into sleep, arms still around me, hand still resting on my waist.

But I didn’t fall asleep right away.

Because my heart was still racing.

I woke to the gentlest sensation—his fingers, trailing slowly down my back. Following the dip of my spine like it was something precious. Like touching me grounded him.

I didn’t say anything.

Didn’t move.

Just kept my eyes closed and let him keep tracing. Let him touch me like this—soft, slow, almost reverent.

Then his lips pressed against the back of my shoulder. Then my neck.

“Thank you,” he murmured, voice still rough from sleep.

I nodded, barely, my cheek brushing the pillow.