Page 128 of Wicked Minds
My cheeks heat, even as a smug smile blooms.
He doesn’t move, still seeming torn, so I ask, “Do you trust me?”
His answer is immediate and unquestioning. “Yes.”
“Good. Then kiss me.”
Sliding my hand around the back of his neck, I pull him to me. Our lips meet in a twining of souls. Royce and I are opposite sides of the same coin—contrasting yet identical. We’ve been forged in twin fires, our stories unique but our pain and scars matching. Inextricably linked. Bonded in a profound way that defies the disparities of our personalities.
The echoes of anguish resonate between us like the hidden harmony in a symphony. In his darkness, I see the reflection of the shadows I’ve battled, and in my light he finds a slither of the hope he’s been unwittingly seeking.
Our paths were always destined to intersect. To pull us from our solitary existence. To peel back the darkness. So that, in our weakest moments, we can lock hands and know we aren’t alone.
Dragging my fingers down his spine, I slip them beneath his top. His skin burns against mine like a brand as I run my fingers over every ridge and valley, tracing the lines of his body. His top inches up, exposing his tattooed skin as I slide my palms over his chest before fisting the material and pulling it over his head.
Our kiss breaks as he tosses it away. The second it’s gone, his mouth is back on mine, hungrier than ever as he licks at the seam of my lips, tongue prodding in demand for entry.
A symphony of fireworks goes off in my core, my body humming with anticipation as I thumb the waistband of his jeans. He pulls back before I can undo them, eyes running over me.
“I’m not sure I can be gentle,” he says, some of that hesitation still lingering in his features.
“I don’t want you to be gentle, Royce.Weare not gentle. You constantly test me, and I love it. I love exploring beyond my comfort zone with you. I want all of you, just as you are.”
He fights it for a moment longer, but I see when his restraint snaps and the ruthless animal that slumbers beneath his skin lurches to the forefront.
His eyes darken with predatory hunger, his voice dropping several octaves and eliciting goosebumps along my skin. Seriously, if I was standing, my legs would be jelly.
“Bra off. Now,” he growls, kicking off his jeans while I unclasp my bra and carelessly toss it aside. My breasts heave with each exhale, my skin flushing beneath his appraisal. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Ry.”
Ducking his head, he runs his tongue along my collarbone, peppering my feverish skin with kisses as his hands move to cup my breasts. I groan as he flicks my peaked nipple with his thumb, the rough calluses on his fingers scraping along my skin and igniting sparks in their wake.
His lips descend the front of my chest until he sucks my other nipple into his mouth. My cunt is weeping, my body damn near sizzling beneath his ministrations.
“Holy shit, Royce. Yes. That feels incredible,” I pant as he sweeps his tongue over my areola, before clamping down on the nipple with his teeth.
I scream, dampness gathering between my thighs, and when I look down at him, he’s smirking up at me. “I can’t wait to hear you make that noise when I tear you in two.”
“Big words for someone who is still wearing his boxers,” I tease, earning a wolfish grin.
“If you think taunting me is going to get you anything other than a bright red ass, you don’t know me at all, Babydoll.”
My teeth sink into my lower lip, a grin stretching across my face.God, I hope that’s a promise.I want him to be rough with me. To devolve into his baser self. I want to watch all those carefully constructed walls crumble until nothing lies between us. Untilweare nothing but thrusting hips and panting breaths, a building ball of unending ecstasy.
He slowly climbs down the bed, and I lift my head so I can watch as he stands, covetous gaze raking over every inch of my flushed skin as he pushes his fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them over his hips before allowing them to fall to his ankles, leaving him naked as he fists his engorged, pierced cock.
Fuck, I forgot he had a piercing.
My pussy clenches in anticipation of how that’s going to feel, scraping against my inner walls and prodding at my cervix. I want it. I wanthim.
As though reading my mind, he asks in a husky voice, “Tell me what you want, Ry.”
My nipples harden into glass.
“I want you to fuck me senseless. To decimate my pussy with that jumbo-sized dick of yours and fill me full of your cum.”
His lips twitch into a carnivorous smile. “Such a dirty girl, Ry. I should wash out that filthy mouth of yours with my cock, but I need to be inside you too badly.”
“Please.”
