His next movements are so fast that I barely have time to react as he snatches me by the back of the neck, pulling me forward. He pushes his body into mine, his arm around my waist as he keeps me hard against him.
Our lips crash together in a blaze of desire as we fall.
28
VEIL
The fall only lasts a few seconds, but it’s long enough to be born anew. Gemini’s lips on mine emulsify and transform me. It’s as if my soul was anticipating this very moment to finally remember itself.
I am breathless and aching.
I am desire come to life.
Gemini manages to turn our bodies midair, his back hitting the net first while his arms hold me tightly around my waist. I hardly notice the landing, the kiss consuming me, devouring me with every bite of his teeth on my lip and the lashing of his tongue on mine.
The net envelops us, as if understanding our need to stay as close to one another as possible, our embrace intensifying, along with our quickening breaths.
Gemini’s hands find the sides of my face, and his forehead presses against mine as he breaks our kiss. “Do you sense it now, beloved?” he whispers harshly against my lips, his voice low and hoarse with need. “Do you see?”
“Yes,” I answer. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Desperate. Aflame. Obsessed.
I slam our lips back together while bringing my knee over his waist so I can better straddle him. His fingers dig into my hips, making me grind myself on his hardening cock over and over again. The net constrains our movements, but I don’t care. I am blinded with need, and nothing else matters now but the feel of him underneath me. Pulling away, I splay my palms against his chest, pushing myself up.
Our eyes clash in a heated dance of darkness and desire. I feel myself getting wet by just the weight of his gaze on me. His eyebrows dipped in famished concentration, Gemini’s expression is intense, adoring in ways I’ve never seen him. The pink in his cheeks humanizes him. His chest rises in the same fast staccato as mine. His razor-sharp attention is solely on me.
And—
Oh gods.
He’s a masterpiece.
I can hardly breathe.
A perverse beauty promising me every wretched thing under this burning star. My chest flares like a supernova, recognizing the universe it’s been forever bound to.
My nails dig into his chest, promising more, before I pull away and reach for my tank top. I yank it off over my head, along with my sports bra. I don’t have time to fall back onto Gemini’s chest before he reaches for me, his hot mouth latching around my nipple.
I gasp out a breathy moan as my back arches into him. His hand palms my free breast with such dominance that I find myself growing even wetter. My clit throbs as I push myself harder against his cock, the sensation only heightening the need to feel him entirely.
“Gem,” I say breathlessly.
“Yes, doll?” he asks in between sucks and kisses, his tongue circling my nipple, slowly turning me into a blithering mess. Ipick up a hint of humor and something about hearing his usual lightheartedness during such a loaded moment has me falling even deeper into maddening arousal.
“I need to fuck you,” I rasp. “Please,let me fuck you.”
Gemini’s body tightens around me like a bow ready to snap. His free hand slowly slips down over my ass andsqueezesas his gaze lifts to find mine. His pupils are so blown that I can only see black, and if I’m not careful, I will tumble into the abyss of his gaze and never find my way back.
He lifts his hips, his cock like a steel brand against my core. “Don’t ever dare ask for permission again, pet.” His tone is harsh, just like the touch of his hands on my body, and I break out into goose bumps, aching for more.
The net is all around us, making it hard for me to tug down my shorts, but there’s something about our precarious position that makes the entire act that more desperate, that more filled with the animalistic need to come together.
Our lips find each other once more as we both do everything in our power to get my shorts off as fast as possible. We do the same with his pants. Push and shove and tug until, finally, his cock is freed.
I nearly sob at the sight.
His glistening, pierced tip beckons me.
