Page 34 of Dearly Unbeloved
“We can do that.”
“And you? What do you like?”
Rose continues the ascent of her finger, tipping my chin up. “We can talk about me tomorrow.”
“But—” I’m cut off when Rose pushes her fingers and fists them in my hair, tugging my head back. It isn’t painful, but it’s on the edge. I gasp, groaning as she pushes me back against the pillows and threads my right hand with hers.
“Don’t answer back,” she chastises, and I’m so fucked. I think I could actually get off from her scolding me alone. This is such a problem. “You’re going to do as you’re told for me, aren’t you?” I nod, but she tuts. “Use your words.”
Christ, she’s so condescending. And I really,reallylike it. I’m fucking soaked.
“I’m going to do as I’m told,” I whimper as her grip on my hair tightens.
“For…”
I grit my teeth. “For you. I’m going to do as I’m told for you.”
A wicked smile falls across Rose’s lips and she bends her head, her mouth hovering an inch from mine. “See? You can be a good girl when you want to be. And good girls get rewarded, Sierra.”
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SIERRA
Iexpect her to kiss me, to close the gap, and press her lips to mine. But this is Rose, so of course she doesn’t do that. She catches my lower lip between her teeth and bites down. I cry out, my hips lifting from the mattress. I desperately need her hands on me, but it’s not like I’m going to say that.
Rose pulls back a hairsbreadth and runs her tongue along my lip. She captures my left hand with hers, bracketing my head and holding me against the pillows. My eyes flutter closed as she brushes my ring with her thumb, a shiver rushing down my spine. Why the fuck is that so hot?
“I’m going to kiss you now,” she whispers, and I don’t have time to process before her lips are on mine and my mind goes blank. For a moment, I feel nothing, and then all I feel isher.She consumes me, flooding my senses until there’s no space for anything else. Rose smells like the world after a thunderstorm, but she tastes sweet. Like Earl Grey and vanilla, warm and cozy.
Her lips are velvet moving over mine, soft to the touchbut claiming and demanding. Like she might suck the soul out of me, just for fun.
And then she moans, the sound vibrating through me and instantly taking the top spot for my new favorite sound. I’ve spent so much time with Rose, not necessarily willingly, and I could’ve sworn I’d seen every side of her. If I had to, I could describe her with ease: a little shy, a lot awkward, sharp and blunt like a steel axe, biting cold like a January frost.
But her moan is anything but shy, and her fingers are anything but awkward as they snake between our bodies, teasing and toying with me. She drags her warm lips down my jaw, soft and intentional. Her breath tickles my skin, and I squirm beneath her as she moves over my throat, nipping at my shoulder, and sliding down my body.
She pinches my nipple between her finger and her thumb, and I push my head back into the pillows, a ragged curse spilling from me. As she grips my sensitive skin harder, I squeeze my eyes closed, and my thighs try to close around her, like dominoes falling in a line. My body searches for friction, but Rose uses her free hand to spread my legs. She tugs on my nipple once more, well into pain territory, then closes her lips around the hard tip.
The switch-up of sensation is almost too much to bear. I don’t realize I’ve knotted my fingers in her hair until she carefully untangles them and stretches them over my head.
“Hold on to the headboard,” she says, her breath blowing warm across my nipple. I whimper and she grins, her chest and cheeks flushed maroon.
She sits back on her knees, brushing her thumb over mynipple once more before drawing her finger down the center of my torso.
Her finger stops right at the edge of my underwear. “I like you a lot more when you’re lying here all soft, your body begging for me.”
Her condescending tone breaks through my haze, grounding me. I glare at her, because it’s about as much as I can manage without combusting. “I hate you.”
Rose smirks. “Oh, really?” She hooks her fingers in my underwear. Instead of pulling them off, she tugs them roughly to the side, and her eyes flame when she takes me in.
With a featherlight touch, she drags a finger through my lips, stopping just short of my clit.
Holy fucking shit.It hasn’t been that long since I’ve been touched by someone. Why the hell does it feel so good?
“Hmm, you’re pretty wet for me, considering how much you claim to hate me,wife.”
Wife. Oh god, this is really going to fuck me up.
I try to hold on to a shred of some kind of control, but my body fights me, straining to get closer and closer to Rose. I can feel her watching me, her gaze burning my skin, her finger painfully still.
