My confidence took a hit that night. It took months to build it back up. I can’t survive the shame twice, especially not with Nathan.
“Survive what?” Nathan inquires, going rigid.
God! Not again. “Nothing.”
“Ari!”
“We… uh… tried it once,” I confess lowly, staring at his chest so I don’t have to look at the sympathy on his face. “He hated it. Said why would I put him through something so disgusting.”
It was the first time I had cried because of Aryan. I’ve never told a soul about this incident. Not even my best friends.
“I ought to kill your ex-fiancé for this,” growls Nathan lividly.
My cry of terror never makes its way past my throat. My gaze snaps to his. I swallow when I see violence brimming in his pupils and the determined set to his clenched jaw.
Is he capable of such extreme actions?
And for me, no less? The girl he’s fucking secretly and will never have feelings for.
A promise this scary shouldn’t have me flattered, right? That would be insane.
Summoning rationality, I softly calm him down. “It doesn’t matter. It’s in the past. I’m over it.”
“You’re not, angel.” Cupping the side of my face, he murmurs, “Because if you were, my face would be buried between your thighs right now.”
“What if you hate it too?”
“Impossible. I’ve had a tiny taste of your cum after making you come on my fingers. You taste divine.” I melt in his arms at the beatific look in his eyes. Stroking my cheek, he says, “He most likely didn’t know what the fuck he was doing and put the blame on you. There’s nothing wrong with you or your beautiful body. You’re perfect, Ari.”
“You think I’m perfect?” I whisper.
“Every square inch of you.”
My heart flutters behind my ribs as I smile at him gratefully.
His gaze drops to my lips, becoming primal. “I enjoy eating pussy and I’m fucking dying to taste yours, angel. I want to bury my face between your thighs and lick you for hours until I’m drowning in your arousal and you’ve come over and over. If I have to go another day without it, I won’t survive.”
My toes curl in my heels as I struggle not to squeeze my legs. Even though my body is eager to let him do just that, my mind is another story. The flashbacks with Aryan keep plaguing me, threatening to nosedive my desire.
“Stop thinking about him,” says Nathan tenderly, reading my thoughts like a book. Gliding his palms down my sides to my waist, he squeezes. “Let me erase the doubts he’s put in your head.”
Taking my limp hand before I can react, he presses it against the front of his pants. The telltale bulge draws out a low moan from me.
“Feel how hard I am.” His gaze grows heavy lidded, full of carnal hunger. “Just the anticipation has my cock throbbing. You won’t deny me, would you?”
“Never, Nathan.”
“Then take off your dress.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Arya
Nathan’s honesty and actions cast a spell on me. I want to experience what it feels like to have arealman’s lips on my pussy.
My ex-fiancé was nothing but a selfish jerk.
For all of Nathan’s flaws, he’s never lied to me. Our physical connection has always been raw and deviant. This wouldn’t be anything different.
