Page 149 of Toxic Temptation
KOVAN
She’s still trembling beneath me, her breath coming in soft gasps against my shoulder. The aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body. Through my fingertips, I can feel the tension slowly leaving her muscles as she comes down from the high I just gave her.
I should pull away. Give her space to recover. But the way she’s clinging to me, her nails still embedded in my shoulders, makes me want to stay exactly where I am.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, her voice completely wrecked.
I lift my head to look at her. Her hair is feathered across the pillow, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes still glazed with satisfaction. She looks like a woman who’s been thoroughly worshipped, and the sight sends a fresh wave of possessiveness through me.
“You okay?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
She nods, but there’s guilt in her face. Shame. Like she’s just realized she’s shown me more of herself than she ever intended to.
“I don’t…” She starts to speak, then stops, biting her lip.
“Don’t what?”
“I don’t usually lose control like that.”
“I know.” I trace the line of her cheekbone with my thumb. “That’s what made it so fucking beautiful.”
Her cheeks flush, and she looks away. “This doesn’t change anything,” she says, but she lacks conviction. “Tomorrow, we go back to?—”
“To bullshit?” I interrupt, my hand sliding up to cup her face, forcing her to meet my eyes. “To pretending I don’t know how you taste? How you sound when you fall apart on my tongue?”
“We have a deal?—”
“Fuck the deal,” I say shortly. “You think you can go back to looking at me across the breakfast table, knowing how good I can make you feel? Knowing how you begged for more?”
She swallows hard, her breathing already starting to quicken again. “Kovan?—”
“You think I can watch you put Luka to bed, all domestic and sweet, and not remember how you grabbed my hair when you came?” I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. “How you rode my face and gushed for me?”
“Stop! That was just… in the moment.”
“Was it?” I pull back to study her face, my thumb stroking across her bottom lip. “Because it didn’t feel like ‘justanything’ to me.”
She shies away, as if she’s seeing something in my eyes that scares her. “What are you saying?”
I don’t have an answer for that. Truth is, I don’t know what the hell I’m saying. All I know is that the thought of going back to the way things were before tonight makes me want to fucking break something.
Instead of answering, I slide my hand between her legs again, finding her still slick and sensitive from her orgasm. She gasps and arches beneath me.
“Kovan, we can’t?—”
“This isn’t just a distraction, Vesper.” I circle her clit with lazy strokes, watching her struggle to form coherent thoughts. “You know that as well as I do.”
“It has to be,” she breathes, but her body is responding to my touch, her hips lifting to meet my hand. “I can’t… I won’t let myself?—”
“Let yourself what? Feel something?” I increase the pressure, watching her eyes flutter closed. “Too late. You already do.”
She makes a sound that’s half moan, half sob. A stuttering, gasping, last-ditch attempt at denial. “C-c-can’t…”
“Tell me what’s really scaring you,” I demand, my fingers never stopping their gentle torture. “It’s not just about Jeremy and the hospital. There’s something else.”
Her eyes fill with tears, and for a moment, I think she might actually tell me.
Then she shakes her head. “Please, Kovan. I just need to not think tonight. Can you do that for me?”
