Page 50 of Veil of Secrets
She moans softly into my mouth—quick and sharp, like it surprises her.
I kiss down her neck. Her hands are in my hair now, tugging. Encouraging.
My mouth moves to her chest. She arches.
I bring my other hand down her side, over her hip, grip her tight, then slide around.
Fingers at the button of her jeans.
She looks down at me, breath caught.
I don’t rush.
Just hold her gaze.
My fingers work the button open.
Then the zipper.
She watches me. Waiting.
I run my hand inside the waistband.
She gasps again—this time louder, raw.
My hand slides further.
Down.
Over her.
She’s already wet.
She grips my shoulder hard—like that’ll ground her.
Her voice is breathy, low.
“You want to win, right?”
I don’t answer.
I press two fingers against her gently. Then rub.
Her head tips back.
Her hips move into my hand, slowly, carefully.
She groans—barely restrained.
The mask shifts on her face.
But she doesn’t take it off.
She stays in character.
And so do I.
Her breath is hot against my mouth. My fingers are still inside her jeans, pressed against soaked lace. She shifts into my touch, not rushing, not coy. Her eyes stay on mine, even through the lace. Her body’s warm. Alive. Present.
