Her thighs fall wider with my careful ministrations, and she swallows hard, her blinks slow and pensive. “Strange coincidence that our paths have crossed like this, is it not?”
“Strange?” I say coarsely before finding her lips with mine. The kiss is a slow reawakening. A smoldering flame deep within the glowing embers of our souls. “When will you learn, Veil Vulturine?” I whisper against her plump lips. “Our two paths were always meant to become one.”
Veil’s hands turn hungrier, pulling me into her while still chasing our kiss. “How do you know, Gemini Foley?”
I pull away, and the sight of her rosy cheeks has me grinning from ear to ear. I take her hand in mine, lifting it to my lips. Slowly, I trail kisses up the length of her arm, my eyes never leaving hers. She squirms against me, pushing against my hardening cock, but says nothing, her eyes wide and seeking. When I get to her elbow, I stop and let the silence percolate between us before speaking.
“My beloved,” I say against her warm skin, “all I need is to look into your eyes to know.” I press another kiss up her arm. “The gods speak through you, and I listen.”
I bring both her arms above her head, and she keeps them in the air as I pull her top off, revealing her black lace bra underneath.
“And you listen …” she says, as if needing to repeat what I just said.
She brings her arms back down as I tilt my head to bury my face in her cleavage. Cupping her perfect tits in my palms, I deeply inhale the fruity mango scent clinging to her skin and lick the slope of her breast, eager to taste her.
Our movements are still slow and steady. But I can feel the tension tightening between us. Our breaths quickening, heartbeats racing.
I unhook her bra with deft fingers and flick it somewhere beside us. My hands find her thighs again as I slowly push her pleated skirt up, inch by slow inch. Both our gazes are cast downward as the silence now promises sweet release. My finger hooks around her thong, and Veil leans back into her palms to lift her ass so I can pull it off.
Her cunt is a perfect, glistening little thing, and I salivate at the sight.
I look up to find her eyes hooded and dreamy; still, I see a cloud of turmoil behind her gaze.
“What is it, doll?” I ask as I drag a slow thumb up her wet slit.
She tilts her head backward at the sensation, her mouth falling open with a gasp, and my balls tighten wantonly at the sound.
I have time to start circling her clit before she rasps, “What is it like to take a life?”
The carnal lust that flares inside me almost brings me to my knees. My grin is wicked as I flick her swollen clit with a finger. “What makes you ask that?”
Her eyes flash in irritation as she snaps her mouth shut, but still, she widens her legs for me. Something in her shady look tells me she won’t be begging me for an answer.
But I yearn to tell her.
Anything for my pretty doll.
Reaching for her nape, I pull her into my chest just as I slip two fingers into her tight pussy. I taste her moan in the charged air between us before saying, “Come on my fingers first, pet, and I’ll tell you anything you want.”
I ravage her lips with mine, tugging, biting, sucking, as her eager hands pull against the towel around my hips. By the timeit falls to my feet, her hand is wrapped tightly around my hard shaft, and I suck in a sharp hiss. But I plunge back into our kiss just as my fingers plunge into her cunt.
Her moans are poetry, written in a tongue only I understand, hungry, cryptic words only my soul can decipher. And I starve for more. Her free hand tugs on my shoulder, nails digging into my skin, as if she’s wordlessly demanding for more of me.
In between countless feverish kisses, I circle her clit with my thumb and curl two fingers into her until I feel her release a soft whine. Her legs lock up around my hips, and her fist tightens around my cock.
“Tell me,” she says, on the crest of her orgasm, eyes still closed, and I am untethered.
Dragging her even closer to the edge of the sink, I cradle her face into my palm and slap her hand away. Fisting the base of my cock, I drag my shaft through her soaking slit, never entering her.
“Look at me,” I command through clenched teeth.
Her eyes snap open, and an inexplicable thrill shivers down my spine. I flick my gaze down to where we connect, tapping the head of my cock on her clit.
“It’s hard to describe in words, pet,” I say heatedly.
“Try,” she replies, a small plea to her tone.
I tsk, dragging the tip down to her entrance, circling it tauntingly. “Impatient little thief, let me speak.”
