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He nods. That’s it. Just a simple nod. And I’m left wondering if he just thinks I’m joking, or if my threat is actually believable.
“How did you know…?”
“’I’ve connected the dots. But your eyes don’t believe your lies, Little Eve. You’ll have to get better at that.” His hand grips the side of my throat, his thumb swiping over my bottom lip, and I swear he does it so he can feel my quickening pulse on his palm.
“I’m not your Eve…” I find my balance and step back.
“Oh, sweetheart…. You ran to the crossroads, all desperate in your steps, and there you met the devil when you were seeking to escape. Our pact was made in the middle of the forest, but is that so different from a garden? Granted, I didn’t offer you an apple, but you sealed a deal with me…”
“I don’t remembersealinganything.” I’m playing with fire now.
“Then I believe it’s time.” It happens too fast—one short step, and he’s against me. He grabs the back of my head and the moment our lips touch, a gate opens. Desire floods through me in waves. Everything I’ve suppressed when I thought of him over the years, everything I’ve pushed away since he came back into my life. His soft lips press harder against mine, and I let go of my grip on his shirt, my hands grabbing onto the back of his neck and threading into his hair in the next second.
I thought the devil seals the deal with a kiss… this Serpent… he demands more. So much more.
And in this moment, I’m going to give him everything.
Fuck denial. Fuck Ryan. Fuck my life. Fuck it all. I’m taking that fucking apple and giving into sin in my own Eden.
Our steps fall backwards until my back hits something with a rattle and when I open my eyes, teeth clashing as we bite at each other, tongues swiping our words away, our hands sinking too hard into our flesh, he looks clearer, brighter.
I turn my head, breaking the kiss, to look behind me at the window I’m now pressed against, only catching a brief glimpse of the street below before his hand grips my jaw, turning me back to him. We pant in unison, his dark eyes feral with a matching need, before his lips slam down on mine again, his tongue pushing through, exploring every bit of my soft mouth. I feel his other hand on my shoulder, pulling down the straps of my top and bra, and the brisk air caresses my breast. The moment his hand touches my pebbled nipple, a moan vibrates through his mouth. Mine. And he swallows it whole. Just as the next one. And the next one after that, as he pinches me, playing with me in a way that drives me mad. With lust. With need. Mad with the unknown of what’s to come beyond tonight.
Letting go of my jaw, he exposes me fully, my lace bra now uncomfortably tight under my breasts. But I draw on that discomfort as he bites on my bottom lip and pinches my other nipple, reveling in both pleasure and pain.
He releases my mouth and pushes me down, my ass hitting the low windowsill as he kneels before me. I steady myself, gripping the edge of the wood when he pushes my legs apart, situating himself between them. The confusion lasts but a second before he dips down on my breasts, his tongue flicking my nipples before he goes all in, sucking, licking, worshiping… it’s the only way I can describe it—worshiping.
“Oh, beautiful Eve… Pleasure looks so fucking stunning in your eyes.” He looks up at me and tiny prickles slither onto my cheeks.
“And you look so fucking pretty kneeling at my feet.” Oh, I’m definitely playing with fire. And from the look in his eyes… I know I’m gonna get burnt.
But the man smirks, his lips parted, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening as his tongue sweeps over a bit of his top lip, and the moment the dimples appear on his cheeks… I’m done for.
He’s so fucking handsome my fucking heart hurts.
Those dimples I used to swipe my tongue over so long ago. That smirk on his lips… sweet Jesus.
He pulls back enough that he can look down at me, quickly finding the small buckle that holds my skirt up, pulling it apart. My lace lingerie covers me, but he doesn’t seem to care, as he drags his index finger down my center, carrying with it a shiver that goes through my body, feeling exactly what he does to me. Before I can take that next breath, he swipes his tongue over the lace. The pressure is so delicious, my eyes close as he grips the inside of my thighs, the tips of his fingers digging into my flesh, my head falling back.
“You smell so fucking good…” he hums his approval.
“Good enough to eat?”
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VINCENT
The dim lightof the moon hits her from the side, the cheeky grin that pulls at the corners of her mouth beautifully lit.
Definitely good enough to eat, lick, suck, stretch, and fuck. More than good enough for it all.
“Don’t move.” I pull out the knife I hid in the small holster above my ankle, looking up at her, then press the blunt edge on the inside of her thigh.
Her mouth falls open on a hitched breath, filling whatever space we’re in right now, but she does as told, as I drag that knife up her thigh until I reach the lace that covers what I crave the most right now. More than I should. I slide the tip under the fabric and drag it along until it falls apart.
Jesus fuck, she’s gorgeous.
I tease her and blow on that pretty pink cunt that glistens in the faint moonlight, watching it grip on nothing but air, and her moan makes my dick hurt, constricted under too many layers.
