Page 22 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
We seek this connection for some unfathomable reason.
With another swipe of his tongue along mine, he pulls back to cage my swollen lip between his teeth like a feral animal, adding a slight pressure to his bite while his palm finds my throat and clings to me.
I swallow hard and the friction of the bob against his palm causes him to smirk.
He plants wet kisses on my jaw until his teeth graze my earlobe back and forth, and suck them hard.
His hands descend my body and the pinch on my taut nipples comes in a surprising yelp. He tilts his gaze back up to meet my hazel eyes, slowly putting me down.
The look on his face is sheer pleasure, appreciating his work of art.
The mess he made of me in minutes only intensifies the craving for him. The dampness gathers between my thighs. The pulsing in my chest beats frantically to every dirty thing this man can do to me. And I’ll let him.
Because why not?
He spent hours granting me a free tattoo. For what?
For me to come back again and take another thing from him.
Yes, of course he benefits from this too. Yet, I don’t think he offers ladies free tattoos in exchange for sex. That’s not Luka. That’s not the man who slowly reveals to me who he is.
He chased me down because he is interested in me. He shows me his caring side every step of the way. He made me breakfast when he could’ve sent me home and texted my best friend to let her know I was okay.
It doesn’t mean he wants more than one day with me either.
It’s my choice whether I enjoy this or not. And I can certainly appreciate this gift.
Dylan
“CanItakeyourclothes off?” He shoots me a mischievous glance before he drops his gaze downward to check my soft curves. The tight fishnets on my flesh occupy his crafty brain. His nostrils flare and the familiar tick in his jaw makes an appearance. I bet he wants to tear through them.
“You may.” With no hesitation from either party, I stretch my hands above my head and he peels my red crop top and frees my bra afterward. He places them both on the stool where I laid my coat.
My jean shorts find their way to the pile of clothes he made, leaving me in my black heels and my rhombus-patterned stockings.
Stealing another kiss from my lips with a quick suction and a graze on my bottom lip. He lifts me, rounding the island and gently placing me on top.
I grind on him, needing… friction.
“Did I give you permission to do that?” His features darken yet the glimmer of amusement plays overtime in his eyes.
“I… I took permission.” I reply innocently with a mile-long determination in the underlying meaning.
“Did you, now?” Eyeing me, “I’ll punish you for it later.” The lewd smirk he sends my way lifts the stupid smile on my face. “You like oranges?”
The random thought pulls me out of my trance, though, nothing about Luka is random. At least, I don’t think so.
What does he conjure in that dirty head of his?
“Hmm, yeah.”
His hands work fast, splitting an orange in half on the cutting board next to the sink under the dim lights.
I sit still on the island, waiting for him.
The silence is tickling my ear canals.
“Are you up to experiment with food?”
