Page 65 of Stolen Fate

I wasn’t convinced.

“Why?” I asked, adopting the same tone of voice as her.

“Because it’s a bad idea.”

“Does this feel bad to you?” I asked, leaning down and taking the delicate skin on her neck gently between my lips. Goosebumps rose across her skin, and I smiled at the way her hands automatically made their way to my shoulders.

She wasn’t pushing me away, but holding onto me so tightly I wished she would never let go.

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in closer, lifting her so she was sitting on the edge of the sink. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, and I moved forward, bringing us in even closer than before.

“Jace,” she said again, but this didn’t sound like a protest—it was a demand.

“I’ve got you,” I cooed, moving my lips up to her jawline, her cheek, then her temple.

She closed her eyes, and I didn’t wait.

I took her lips in mine and I kissed her, then I kissed her some more. I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to consume her.

Wanted to take her so badly, I was shaking with desperation.

What had started out a gentle kiss turned into almost punishing the longer I kissed her. I forced her mouth open with a sharp, stinging bite of my teeth, and when she gasped out loud, I wasted no time and plunged my tongue inside. The feel of the soft stroke of her tongue nearly had me losing all the carefully crafted discipline I had tried so hard to hold onto.

She was just as sweet as I remembered, just as soft.

Her frame felt delicate in my big hands, and I wanted to both protect her and ruin her at the same time.

One hand stayed wrapped around her waist, the other I moved up to the straps of her camisole. I tugged one down off her shoulder, then the other, until the flimsy fabric pooled just under her tits, revealing them to my touch.

She tightened her legs around me when I molded one tit with my palm, massaging the pliant flesh before moving my fingers over her hard nipple and plucking at it harshly.

She gasped in my mouth and pulled away, looking down to see what I was doing to her.

Her eyes were dark and lively, her lips swollen and red from both my kiss and the bite I gave her. Her cheeks were flushed, and I noticed the flush did make its way down her chest.

I hadn’t been paying attention that first night, which was unknowingly a sin on my part. Give me another night, and I would take my time. I would worship and study her body for hours, knowing it wouldn’t be enough time, but I would do it anyway.

I wanted to know everything about her.

I twisted her nipple roughly between my fingers and watched as she moved her hand up to my forearm, as if with the intent of pushing me away, but she didn’t.

She held it there, watching me.

“How does this feel?” I asked gruffly.

“It hurts, but I don’t mind the pain,” she whispered.

I smiled and leaned forward, taking her nipple between my lips. I added in a bite around the abused nipple, and she ran her fingers through my hair, pulling it roughly.

I looked up at her as I sucked on her delectable tit, and she arched her back against me.

God, she was beautiful.

And I couldn’t get enough.

I moved my way to the neglected nipple and covered it with my mouth.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in closer.

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