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It’s been harder finding the right time for that apology I really need to make.
“Vincent… about what happened.” I can’t wait any longer.
The man places his napkin on the table, settling back into his chair, one eyebrow raised.
“I was wrong, thinking that you were the one that betrayed me… I was wrong. I’m not gonna lie, it was a peculiar instinct, an involuntary reaction driven by the past. You dropped me… just like that. My brain is fully aware of the reason why you had to, but my heart is taking a little while to catch up. Because, no matter what… it still broke. And after all of that, all I had was my family and theirendearingqualities that are bound to leave scars when it comes to trust. Then it was all topped by Ryan…” Shit, this is less coherent than I thought it would be. “I know, I know you’re not any of them. I know… Fuck, I’m sorry.”
He straightens, dropping his elbows on the table and intertwining his fingers. Only I can’t read his expression. I feel as though I’m looking at The Serpent now, not Vincent.
“I really am, I didn’t want to believe it, but… I hope I can make it up to you,” I continue.
Suddenly, a wicked smile tugs on his lips, and he quickly glances at the time on his wristwatch. “I think you can.”
He pushes his chair back, rising elegantly, rounding the table, and stopping behind me. I have no idea what’s happening, but the moment his hand touches my almost bare shoulder, swiping to the front of my throat, I don’t fucking care. That touch is electric, doing something to me I can’t quite explain. Hypnotic and so utterly soothing. He applies a little pressure, tipping my head back, then the man dips in and kisses me on a ragged inhale, turning me into a puddle.
“Come, Little Eve.” He offers me his hand, and I take it willingly, following him toward the stairs. He guides me up and turns me as we head to the bedroom I’m comfortably familiar with now. But he stops me in the open doorway. “I want to see the heathen in you tonight.”
He swipes his hand, pushing my hair off my shoulder, and when his lips touch me there, my head falls back against him.
“And I want you to trust me.”
I begin to turn to him, but he stops me, and I see something dark before the light goes out. Then a piece of soft fabric covers my eyes. I touch the material—some sort of silk.
“Trust me.” He stops me once again from turning, and I drop my hands from the covering. I’m both intrigued and a bit frightened.
“Is there any point in asking what you plan on doing to me?” I ask as he gently pushes me into the room.
“With you, little one, what I plan to dowithyou. I may have taken your sight, but you will be a willing participant.”
I may be scared, but it doesn’t trump the excitement of the unknown. And it kind of sounds like he forgave me for yesterday.
His hand runs over the middle of my back, and I hear the delicate zipper of the dress as he drags it down, then swipes the straps off my shoulders. He tugs on it, over my breasts, over the full hips it pauses on, and eventually it falls to the floor.
Then there’s nothing. Dragged out moments of silence. I can’t even hear his breathing. My arms are suddenly too heavy at my sides, and I fist my hands, resisting the urge to lift them and cover myself.
“I’ll never tire of looking at you… I almost don’t want to do it for too long because I still want to discover new things about you later.”
“Vincent…”
“Take your panties off,” he interrupts.
I do as I’m told, hooking the sides on my thumbs, dragging them down as slowly as I can, bending over at the hips as I step out of them. I can hear his heavy breaths now, and fuck if they don’t sound like music to my ears.
He presses his hand on my back when I get up, pushing me slowly until my legs hit the upholstered bed.
“Climb up. On your forearms and knees.”
Again, I do as I’m told, and when I reach the position, I feel so utterly exposed, my ass up in the air, my pussy on full display.
“Sofuckingbeautiful, Morrigan.”
I can feel him behind me, not touching, but somehow his energy is there, his eyes traveling down my body, and my back arches on a shiver.
When his finger touches me, swiping through my pussy that’s already wet just from the intrigue of it all, I dig my hands into the sheets, fisting the fabric. He dips in on one long stroke, two fingers making me moan, going straight to that spot that makes my legs shake. He curls those digits until the sounds coming from my pussy are the only music in this space. As he pushes one more in, I throw my head back, the delicious stretch so goddamn exhilarating, sending another shiver through my whole body, my nipples perking against the lace of my bra.
Then he pulls out without warning, making me whimper. Only, my protests are replaced by moans the moment the bed dips and his tongue swipes through me. And by God, this man could make me come just with his tongue. He licks me, sucks me, eats me fucking whole and I just want to lay down on a fucking platter for him.
He swipes that tongue from my pussy to my ass, sending yet another shudder through my body, that tight hole tensing further at the feel of him there.
