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“But if you do not,” he continues, “I will spiral into this lustful madness until there is nothing left of my restraint. Do you understand?”
I study his face all the desperation, fear and hunger emerges. The man who thinks wanting me is a sin and protecting me means abandoning himself.
I lift my chin, “I understand.”
His eyes darken. “And?”
I let the silence stretch just long enough to punish him. Then I reach up, grip his waistcoat, and pull him closer. “I did not say the word.”
The heat of his body slams me into the wall. A strong hand slithers up my chest to cradle my throat. I can feel the tender touch of his thumb as it caresses my pulse. Years of buildup. Years of a yearning growing stronger and stronger each instance we met. He worships me with kisses laid upon my temple, cheek, neck, and lastly my lips.
I cannot help but moan into him as I finally taste him.
“I need you closer,” I whisper upon his lips, while frantic hands find my skirt. He rears back, gaze searching.
“What do you desire?” His broad chest lifts and falls headily. Unfastening the buttons of my clothing, his eyes widen in surprise.
“What on earth are you doing?” His question gives me pause, but I continue removing some of my clothing.
Peering around the abandoned room, he cards his fingers through his hair. “Here?” He asks like a nervous young man that has never touched a woman.
Circling him like a predator, I simply retort, “Everywhere.”
Then he rushes me once more, lifting me so my legs may clasp around his waist. Using the wall to hold up my back. His worship continues, giving sweet kisses, laving across any skin he may find. I want to be covered in his scent, become his claim. He lowers to his knees, and I whimper at the loss of his body heat.
I’m puzzled as he stares up at me, lifting my legs over each of his shoulders. “What is this?” I ask. A devilish grin slowly spreads across his face as he glances at my brassiere and undergarments.
“Just relish the feeling.” He nuzzles his face into my undergarments. Slowly licking over the fabric, forcing my thighs to clench around his head. An unfamiliar feeling climbs up my torso.
Strong hands slide under my backside, gripping into my muscles as he moves with much fervor. Moans and whimpers escape me as I get lost in his delivery. His pace picks up, then he moves the fabric aside. I’m not prepared for the overwhelming feeling of his tongue inside me. The nerves across my body react to every movement. I place my hands in his hair, forcing his face closer, making my body undulant against his mouth.
“I need more,” I state through panted breaths. He ceases his administration and lifts me off the wall over to the desk.
“Are you positive you want this?” A seductive whisper in my ear.
“Yes,” I reply. “I need you closer, in every aspect of our skin. You claim a lustful madness now that I grant permission, I shall make you spiral into oblivion.”
He smirks as I feel his hand fall between us, sliding down my torso. Fingers curl up and inside me.
“Oh, look how ready you are darling.” His fingers feel divine. Continuing to place kisses along my collar bone.
Restraint does not exist between us any longer. The sound of his hand working my body fills the room. A belt buckle clamors to the floor. With a heady breath upon my neck the words escape him, “ready?”
My reply is with a moaning, “yes.” Then we become one.
He stills.
Beautiful, cautious eyes peer back at mine, searching for any sign of discomfort, any remorse, any observation. With my lips, I take his concerns away. Sealing our mouths and bodies together. Engulfing the space with our lust.
20. Protective Observation - Lazarus
Terms & Conditions
I am not following them.
Following implies suspicious intent. I prefer to think of it as protective observation. A chaperoned stalking, if you will.
From the opposite side of the market, I watch Olive march after Edward Afton with the determined stride of a woman prepared to drag a confession out of him by the throat. Edward, for his part, attempts to appear calm while fleeing through a crowd of fruit sellers, flower carts, and gossiping old women.
