Page 61 of Twisted Violet
I feel infinite.
We lie in silence,side by side in the truck bed, watching the sky shift.
The stars are brighter up here. Closer. Like if I reached out, I could pull one down and keep it for myself.
Niko’s hand rests in mine, his thumb brushing over my knuckles like it’s second nature.
I tilt my head toward him, voice quiet. “Thank you. For tonight.”
He says nothing, just turns his head slightly until his eyes meet mine.
Niko doesn’t need words to make you feel something.
His gaze alone does the work and right now, it’s locked on me like I’m the only thing in the universe that matters.
My whole body heats.
There’s no rush, no demand, just this slow, magnetic pull between us that makes me lean in before I even realize I’m moving.
I kiss him.
Soft at first. Testing.
Then deeper. Hotter.
His fingers slip into my hair, and when I moan into his mouth, I feel his body respond.
He moves over me, pressing me back against the blanket as his knee slots between my legs and spreads them with quiet authority.
His lips trail down my neck, and when his teeth graze the skin just above my collarbone, I moan, and my hips arch instinctively.
He pulls back to look at me, a silent question in his eyes, and I nod my head softly.
I want this. I wanthim.
I tug his shirt over his head and run my fingers down the hard lines of his chest. He’s solid everywhere. Tense, like he’s still trying to hold something back.
But Idon’t want restraint, not from him.
“Niko,” I whisper.
His name tastes like sin on my tongue.
He kisses me again, slower this time, like he’s memorizing the shape of my mouth.
Then his hand dips below the waistband of my shorts.
One finger. Then two.
Slipping through my wetness with agonizing precision.
I arch, gasping as he circles my clit.
“You’re so soaked for me,” he murmurs, his voice rough in my ear. “Fuck, Vi. Should I stop?”
“No,” I breathe. “I don’t want you to stop.”
That’s all it takes.
