Page 20 of Forbidden Bonds
Her fingers bury in my hair and tug, keeping me close as I swallow her soft murmurs.
I trail kisses over her cheek and down her throat. My hand slides up, stopping just before I reach her breast. “Is this okay, baby?”
“Is, um, is what?” She blinks up at me, adorably confused.
“If I touch you?”
“Y-yes.”
She’s soft under my big palm. When I brush my thumb over her nipple, she jolts.
Please don’t stop.
I shake my head. It’s like I’m hearing phantom words, losing my mind. I shift, my lips finding the soft, plump flesh, sucking, nipping, and sucking again, working my way to her nipple.
She rocks underneath me—I latch onto her and suck. She tastes good everywhere, like her skin carries an essence… She’s going to taste even better down there…
“I need to taste you, baby.”
Yes, anything!
Her legs thrust wider apart, and I take that as a yes. My lips skim down her belly, I nip her right hip, then spread out on the bed with my arms hooked around her thighs. With a sigh, I take my first lick.
From that first taste, I’m gone, addicted, burying my face against her soft, wet pussy with a groan. Opening my mouth, I kiss her there, sucking, nipping, flattening my tongue against her soft, warm flesh, losing myself in her. I can’t get enough.
Her body locks up with tension. Goosebumps erupt across the surface of my skin. Then she cries out, and a gush of slick coats my waiting tongue.So good.Her ragged pants and cries of pleasure fill the room and are as addictive as her taste. All I care about is getting her off again so I can get more of her cum.
“Rhett, please!”
Her urgent yanking on my hair rouses me. I lift my head, blinking, trying to work out where the fuck I am. Her scent is all over me, and every breath I take drags more into my lungs.
Larissa
His lips crash over mine. I taste myself on them. The sensation of him over me—his huge, powerful body—ought to frighten me, but it doesn’t. He feels like a safe haven. And I want this. Him inside me. To experience my heat, for once—if only once—with an alpha. And not just any alpha, but this one.
He lifts his head. His green eyes have a glimmer, almost otherworldly in nature. Then he presses a kiss to my forehead that feels impossibly good,tender… intimate. His fingers slide between us, brushing over my clit before they pause at my entrance.
My breathing goes haywire as he pets me there, slow teasing strokes all around my entrance before he slides two fingers gently inside. I’m so wet that they just sink right in. Finally, there’s a part of him inside me.Be my first. The first one to take this cursed virginity that I no longer want or need.
He stills and frowns. He looks down between us. His fingers leave me, and he rocks back onto his heels.
I blink up at him, confused, and a little frantic. Is this him deciding to stop?
“You’re a virgin,” he says accusingly, cheeks flushed, and jaw locked tight.
“What?” My laugh is shaky. How does he know, when I’ve put toys there… I sit up, a horrible, panicky sensation washing overme. What am I supposed to say? The truth? If I tell him, will he stop?
“Technically not,” I say quietly, no longer able to meet his eyes. My heart is beating too fast. I’m all urgent inside, lips puffy from his kiss, and throbbing where he touched.
“Technically? Tell me you’ve done this before.”
The lie lingers on the tip of my tongue, but despite the ache I feel, I can’t. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“This is insane. A virgin? You’ve been with them for years… How are you still a virgin? And you want me to just take it? Me?”
His voice raises a little at the end, sharp with incredulity.
Why not him? “Yes,” I say bluntly, forcing my eyes to meet his. Doubts crash over me. Bitterness too. Maybe he can sense I lack experience, unlike the two betas who were in his bed.
