Page 78 of Hexbound
Verity smiled. "My virgin assassin with his gentle heart. Who knew?"
Bishop glanced down. He felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "I am never going to live this down, am I?"
"Never," she replied cheerfully. "But I must admit the idea intrigues me. Exploring uncharted terrain and all. I could quite happily plant a flag in your pants. 'Property of Verity Hawkins.'"
Bishop rolled until she was trapped between his body and the back of the sofa. He traced his fingers down her side, feeling the graze of the embroidery on her dress. Their eyes met. The idea intrigued him too.
"I thought we were going to take this slowly?" Verity arched a brow. Sometimes he forgot how pretty she was, and then when he saw her anew, she took his breath away.
"We are," he breathed, slipping her sleeve off her shoulder. "But it seems remiss of me to keep all of the pleasure for myself. That would not be very gentlemanly of me."
"Well, we cannot have that," she whispered back, cupping her breast through the silk of her dress. "Though this lady can take care of her own pleasure when she needs to."
The thought of that made him hard again. "Show me," he breathed, kissing her lips.
Verity glanced up at him, as if gauging whether to be shy or not. Gathering a fistful of skirts, she drew them up, revealing her pale stockings and the lean length of her legs. There were so many petticoats and layers in the way that frustration danced through her eyes, and then she finally bunched them out of the way.
Bishop's lips followed her hand as she cupped her breast, her fingers rasping over the faint outline of her nipple. He kissed her there through the dress, then teased her bodice lower until her stays were revealed. Pale pink lace. Smooth skin the color of cream. And then her nipple revealed itself, as brown as a pale nut.
Bishop's lips swallowed it whole. Verity sucked in a small breath. Flicking her nipple with his tongue, he shifted until she lay flat in the space where he'd been. Verity spread her thighs wide, her other hand sliding down between them.
"Like this," she whispered, stroking herself there.
He couldn't see a thing with her skirts all crushed between them, but the thought made him burn hotter. "Do you do it often?"
"Sometimes." She bit her lip, her eyes glazing a little, as though she were focusing on the feeling. "Here." She took his hand and guided it up her thigh. "Have you ever...?"
"Let's not talk of the past," he replied, and rolled her nipple between his teeth. "Let's just focus on the here and now."
There was a dark knowing in her pretty green eyes, but she let him divert the topic. Her thighs parted as he stroked the soft skin there, feeling her tremble beneath him. Every moment was wondrous. Verity took his hand and pressed his fingers through the slit in her drawers.
Wet. Slick. Flushed with heat. He caught her gaze again as she bit her lip. "Inside me," she whispered.
He stroked the smooth bud between her legs that she'd been playing with, then started to slip a finger inside her silken sheath. Everything in him wanted that to be his cock. The sheer thought of it nearly made him come again. But this was Verity's turn. Not his. Verity bit her lip, her hips arching, and he had the flushed remembrance of what it had felt like when she put her mouth on him.
He wasn't entirely innocent. There had been those books, after all. He had ideas, and now, with a very willing woman beneath him, he wanted to test some of those ideas.
Sliding a second finger within her, he stroked up, feeling her muscles clench around him as the thickness doubled.
"Yes," she gasped. "Curl them a little."
He complied, and a shiver ran through her. It wasn't enough. He wanted to please her as much as she'd pleased him.
And he wanted to taste her.
Pushing lower, he buried his face in between her thighs, nuzzling through the slit in her drawers. Verity stiffened. "Bishop!"
Then he licked her. It was incredibly intimate, as though he had full control over her body right now. The taste of her was faintly musky, and he swirled his tongue around that little bud she'd been playing with. Verity nearly shot out of her skin. She liked it, clearly.
Withdrawing his fingers, Bishop pushed her thighs open wider and kissed her deeply, tasting and suckling. Verity made little incoherent sounds above him, wriggling uncontrollably. Gasping. Begging him for more.
He wasn't satisfied until she was screaming his name, and then he smiled faintly as he kissed her thigh and crawled back up into her arms.
I think I'm falling a little in love withyou,Verity Hawkins.
The sky wasa blaze of diamond pinprick stars, strewn across a velvet background. Sebastian stumbled into a world he didn't know with black-and-white checkerboard tiles beneath his feet.
The pain was gone; all of the strain in his shoulders, the dehydration, the ache of hunger.... Instead, he stood alone in a world crisp with possibility.
