Page 19 of Pretty Poison
Her lips curved against mine. “I will.”
“If you could see yourself…” I trailed off. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Mmm. You are.”
Our mouths met again in a long, slow kiss before I raised my head. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” I promised. We’d become more and more intimate with each other over the past few weeks, and I was confident that I could make this good for her. She’d given me something new today, and I wanted to do the same for her now.
Rising to my knees, I reached for the loose end of one of the silks. When I began trailing it over her body with a light, teasing touch, she gasped. I smiled, softly draping it over her gorgeous breasts, and watched her nipples pebble beneath the material.
As I caressed her body, first with the silk and then my hands, still keeping my touch light, her breaths became faster, her hands flexing in her restraints. “Fuck… More… I need more. Please.”
Instead of replying with words, I gently pushed her legs apart. She was so wet, so perfect, and I took a moment to drink in the erotic sight in front of me.
I fed the silk through my hand, leaving a long end hanging down. Wrapping my fingers around the end so I could pull it a little more taut between both my hands, I grazed it over her clit and then dragged it along the length of her pussy.
“Oh,fuck,” she gasped, her hips arching upwards as I gently tugged each end of the silk, moving it back and forth. The crimson darkened as I rubbed it against her, soaked with her arousal.
Releasing the fabric, I lowered my head and trailed my lips up her inner thigh, stopping before I reached the top, and then switched to the other.
Then I lowered my head, my tongue sliding through her wetness.
“Fuck, Hemlock. More. Please.Please.” The desperation in her voice gave me confidence.
I explored her with my mouth, and she cried out, arching into me, moaning my name. My tongue stroked over her, tasting the evidence of her arousal—of what I’d done to her, and I pressed my face in closer, desperate to bring her over the edge and make it as good for her as she had for me. When I slid two of my fingers inside her and then wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked gently, she gasped breathlessly.
“More. Please.”
I slid another finger alongside the other two, building up a rhythm as I sucked and licked her sensitive clit, and she came apart with a long, breathless moan, her body shuddering against me.
I carefully withdrew my fingers and lifted my head, pressing soft kisses to her thighs as she came down. When I’d released her hands and removed the mask, I looked down to find her staring up at me, her expression so soft and so open that it made my heart skip a beat.
“You…that…you’re amazing.”
“You are,” I replied softly.
She pulled me down next to her, wrapping her arm around me, and I curled into her, stroking my fingers over her warm skin. We lay together, enjoying the intimacy of this moment with just the two of us, our bodies and souls bared to one another. No secrets, nothing left to hide. Just us, as we were, accepted completely and without question.
Amélie pressed a kiss to my head. “Thank you. For trusting me. For being here with me.”
The words came out so easily. I didn’t even have to think about them, or second-guess them, or wonder if I was saying them too soon. “I love you.”
Her eyes widened as she stared at me in disbelief. “What?”
“I love you,” I repeated.
Her face lit up with a beautiful, wide smile. “I love you, too. My little bird. My Hemlock.”
My Hemlock.
I was hers, and she was mine. And we both belonged to this strange, messed up, found family of the Cirque des Masques.
My past may have been a nightmare.
But my present, and my future? They were what dreams were made of.
