Page 56 of Be My Bride


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He doesn’t grope and nip and bite.

He savors. Strokes. Sucks gently on my bottom lip like it’s candy. Like it’s the sweetest taste in the world.

He closes his eyes first.

I see him falling and it frightens me.

Because I know that I’ll plummet too. Straight into him. Straight into chaos.

Then his tongue slips inside my mouth.

And my eyes fall shut as he inhales me.

One hand tilts my chin up and holds me in place. The other hand caresses my back, fingers scraping against the lacy fabric of my bra.

I moan, melting in his fluid embrace. Clamoring closer to him. Silently begging for more.

He responds by pressing his fingers firmer against my flesh and walking me backwards. I scramble to keep up with his long-legged pace, my shorter strides forcing me to cling to his neck. To slam my hips against his. To turn our kiss to something more frantic. More desperate.

Hansley thrusts me against the wall and presses his palms on either side of me. I cling to him, moving my hands slowly up his shoulders and wrapping them around his neck.

Every so often, I scrape my nails against his hair and he makes this sound…

My toes curl against the carpet as I do it again.

As I hear him grunt again.

Our lips take and give to each other.

Mingling oxygen.

Mingling breaths.

Mingling our heartbeat.

I feel like I’m floating and, somewhere in my mind, I’m aware that there’s gravity. That this magical feeling will end in a violent crash and it’ll be devastating enough to shatter me.

But my common sense can’t scream louder than my desire for him.

So I let it go.

And I lose myself in Hansley’s kiss.

Fourteen

Hansley

I hear the attendant knocking on the door from some faraway place that has no bearing in reality.

I’m drunk again.

But it’s not from liquor this time.

I’m high as a kite on Asia. Intoxicated by her sweet lips.

Her soft body plastered to the hard planes of mine.

The little moans she makes in the back of her throat.

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