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She is fine this time. There will be no more next time. I won’t let her push my buttons so easily again. Never again. Anyway, I will have a doctor over in the morning to properly check on her.
There is one thing that I want to know more than anything else. Why she did not leave. She was with the boy, she could have found her way back and far away from me, possibly even out of my reach forever, but she came back. She doesn’t know it, but she just stopped a war between Crystal Jake and me. We would have fought to the death.
My mind goes back to her promise on my birthday. At the time, it was all nonsense being sputtered, but now I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. It is too risky to hope … No, I won’t do that to myself.
I open my eyes a few seconds later … and get a shock.
Her bright blue eyes are open and she is staring intently at me. There are a thousand things that go through my mind in that moment, but more than anything, I realize I am bare. Everything I am feeling; the longing, the confusion, the fear, the terrible guilt, it’s all in my eyes and she can see it all. I have never been so exposed. It feels strange. I begin to move away, but she grabs my shirt with both her hands.
I gaze at her pale knuckles.
She moves until her face is right up to mine and her eyes are boring deeply into mine. I feel as though I am about to break. “Stay with me, Brand,” she whispers. “Don’t leave. Please.”
This woman is a witch. The world I carefully constructed around me is falling apart. I know I should go. I am already in too deep. I have to go, I need to go, but somehow I cannot get myself to move. I fall onto my back in defeat, and she sprawls across me.
She rests her head on my chest and winces.
“What hurts?” I ask lifting myself on my shoulder and looking at her worriedly.
She smiles. “My head, but I kinda deserve it.”
I slip my fingers through her silky hair. I know exactly where the bump is and she lets out a little yelp of pain when my fingers touch the swelling. “You’ll see a doctor tomorrow. Let me go get you some painkill-”
She grabs me suddenly and refuses to let go. “I don’t need a couple of Aspirins, Brand. I need you.”
Once again, I am pulled down into her delicious magic, her warmth and scent slowly intoxicating me, rendering me completely void of any kind of will. She has complete control over me and I realize with shock nothing has ever scared me so much.
“Why did you come back?”
“I never left. There is nothing here but French TV. I was bored. I wanted your attention.”
“You have quite a way of getting my attention,” I say drily.
Her hands caress my chest, and it is anything, but relaxing. I catch her wrist, forcing her to stop. I can’t take anymore. I am so close to pleading with her to have me … in any way that she wants. This is not the way things are meant to go. Never have I felt so defeated by my own body. I was always someone with iron control. There is nothing that I can’t say no to. Until her …
She comes even closer to me and begins to nibble lightly on my chin. My breath escapes in a rush. God, I want her so fucking much it hurts. She begins to trace cake-scented, butterfly kisses down my neck and on to my chest. Her hands are busy loosening the buttons of my shirt.
Liliana lifts herself over me and in the next instant she is sitting astride me.
I close my eyes to try and stop the tide of emotions. “You shouldn’t be doing this,” I say, but I am not certain if I am speaking to her or myself.
“Why shouldn’t I?”
I open my eyes and her face is barely an inch away from mine. She covers my lips with hers. Her lips are so soft and sweet. My mouth opens and she slips her warm tongue in. Liliana Eden kisses me with such passion that I feel myself go limp. My hands are on her waist underneath her blouse, and moving back and forth on the warm soft flesh. I can be in this state forever, with her on top of me, her hips slowly grinding on my rapidly swelling cock.
I want to speak to her about keeping her forever, but I know that there is too much against us. The high and mighty Jake Eden will never let an uneducated, common criminal have his daughter. Although since I know his history the irony is not lost on me. I did not imagine choosing someone to solely belong to me, especially after what my mother’s death did to my father, but right now and in this moment, all I want is Liliana Eden. Forever.
She pulls my shirt open and begins to trace those wonderful little kisses down my chest. I revel in the intriguing magic that is purely her.
“Take my top off,” she instructs against my skin.
“Don’t you feel pain?” I ask, as I catch the ends of her blouse.
“Ow,” she says, her eyes widening slightly with pain.
I freeze. “Are you okay?”
“Stop being such an old woman and get my top off,” she orders with a chuckle.
The things she says to me. Unbelievable. Any other woman would have already been out of the door. I pull the material over her head and fling it away. She leans into me for another kiss and I lose my train of thought and literally sink into her kiss.
“Take my bra off,” my gypsy princess whispers into my mouth.
I do exactly as I am told and pull the black scrap of lace gently away. Her breasts pop out. I stare at them hungrily. I am being completely controlled, but I have never been so willing. I open my mouth to take her nipple between my teeth. Nipping at the swollen bud, I suck deeply on it as I fill my hand with the other mound. Squeezing and worshipping my third favorite part of her body. I do not even know when that information slips from my mouth.
She giggles. “Third? That’s it?”
I truly did speak aloud. Damn I am losing control, but honestly, it is as if I am under a spell. My head is underneath her chin and I feel like a child being cradled in the sweetest of bodies. I lift her away from me slightly and look into her eyes. She takes a nip at my nose. “What then is your favorite part of my body?”
“Your mouth,” I say, taking her bottom lip into my mouth and sucking on the soft luscious flesh. The pull on my groin is excruciating and I move her hips to soothe the ache. I slip my tongue into her mouth to dance against hers. It’s a wild gypsy kiss. I drink in every ounce of her. The taste of her beats anything else in this world.
“My mouth,” she says softly, as she pulls away from me her eyes sparkling.
It’s as though I am looking down at myself when I look down at her. She is me. Where her skin ends and mine begins is impossible to tell. I am so unbelievably smitten. I pull her close to me again, unable to stand even that tiny separation even though the girl is sitting right on top of me. I trace my nose up her chest and to her neck luxuriating in her scent. She is wearing no fragran
ce, but her natural smell is better than any scent created by man.
“And the second favorite part?” Her voice is teasing and playful. I love her like this. If only we could always be like this.
I kiss her again. It is almost as if I have starved myself of her for so long I cannot be without her taste. She complies for a while before pulling away.
“Tell me,” she pouts.
I feel my heart swell to bursting. “How are you so fucking beautiful?” I find myself muttering, and for a moment she stops. Stroking my hair, she whispers into my ears. “You’re not too bad yourself, you know.”
Tightening my arm around her waist, I hold her to me as I roll her in one smooth movement and deposit her on the bed. I unbutton her jeans and quickly tug them down her hips. Grabbing the ends of the material I yank them off her legs. She gasps when my mouth covers her sweet pussy.
“This,” I growl. “This is my second favorite part.”
She has on a matching lace underwear through which I suck on her swollen clit. She is so wet and ready. I lap up her juices while she writhes and twists like a cut snake, and then I push the material aside and slip my tongue into her opening.
“Take it off,” she pants as she cradles my head in her hands.
“No, I want to see your little wet pussy with the string of your thong caught in between the folds of flesh.
“You’re just a pervert, aren’t you?” she says with a pout.
“A pervert. That’s me.” With my eyes on her I palm her and her mouth falls open at the sweet pressure. I slip my fingers into her and soon I am plunging in and out of my woman. Her eyes fall firmly shut as her hips grind vigorously to the motion of my fingers. Then I return my mouth to her cunt to eat her out.
“Brand”, she cries.
The sound is pure music to my ears. Then as I make it my sole mission to drive her out of her mind with my tongue, her eyes roll into the back of her head and she begins to curse. Hell, the woman has a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush. Her arms hit the bed and her hands pull at the sheets to contain herself until she finally explodes. As her climax tears through her, I let her thighs trap my head.
