Page 423 of Eternal
I kiss the other wing, slower this time, teeth grazing slightly. “Every time you breathe… or moan…” I drag my tongue up to her collarbone, feeling her shiver, “…it’s like she’s flying. For me.”
She makes a sound, broken, needy, and arches her chest into my mouth like she’s offering it to the stars.
I take it.
I suck gently at the curve of ink, and when she moans again, breath hitching, thighs tightening around my hips, I feel her heart pounding beneath my lips.
Alive. Wild.Mine.
I look up at her, hair haloed around her face like a storm, eyes wet and glowing. “I could spend the rest of my life kissing this tattoo,” I say.
She laughs, breathless. “Only that one?”
“No. Every parcel of your body actually.”
She’s panting, breath uneven from my kisses, eyes half-closed, totally undone. I yank off my shirt, letting it drop to the floor. She’s sprawled across the bed, breathing heavily, flushed, bare from the waist up, looking like the most dangerous thing I’ve ever survived.
“Hmm,” I murmur, heading to the drawer. My fingers close around two silky ties.
She lifts her head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Are you really going to tie me up,partner?”
I grin, already moving toward the bed. “A good girl like you always gets rewarded. You’ve been very good tonight.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Do tell.”
I lean in, capturing her lips in a teasing kiss, then gently press her right wrist to the headboard. “I hope you know,” I say, “your first fuck as a twenty-six-year-old is going to ruin you for any other birthday.”
She snorts, raising one brow like she always does when she’s trying not to smile. “Big talk for a man holding a tie, partner.”
I glance at her, slow and deliberate, and pull out the second tie. “No,” I murmur, turning back to her, “big vow.”
I crawl onto the bed, slow, like a man with time and full intentions. Her eyes follow every inch of me, wide, playful, hungry. I straddle her thighs and take her wrists gently.
“I could break out of this,” she says with a grin.
I tighten the knot enough to make her eyes flutter, that sweet sharp inhale that shoots straight through my spine. My mouth curves. “You won’t,” I say simply.
“Oh, won’t I?”
Another knot. Tighter. Firm. I glance up to meet her gaze, let her see what I mean beneath the words. “Because tonight, I’m in charge,” I say, voice dipping, “And you? You’re gonna let me.”
A firework snaps outside, not the big ones, someone in the neighborhood being a little trigger-happy with the Fourth of July spirit. She flinches slightly, and I smirk.
“Even the sky’s starting to celebrate,” I whisper, kissing her collarbone slowly. Her skin is warm. “Now be good for me and don’t move.”
She lifts her chin, teasing. “What if I do?”
I lean in, lips brushing hers, one hand already grazing her hip.
“Then I’ll really show you what torture means.”
She laughs, a breathy, wicked sound, and I drink it down before she can say anything else. I kiss her slow, deep, tongue teasing hers while my hand slides down her thighs, grazing the inside.
I don’t go where she wants me. Not yet.
I dip lower, fingers trailing above the softest part of her, then back up again and she shifts, breath catching.
I chuckle against her neck. “Don’t get greedy. You’ll earn it.”
