Page 14 of Gilded Kisses
Instead of releasing me and sending me on my way, he sinks his fingers deeper and deeper.
I cling to him.
“Make a mess, Aster. Dirty your godfather with all your sweet juices.”
Oh fuck.
He knows exactly how to make my core clench. I moan and tighten my legs around his waist. Spread wide around him, he takes full advantage and pushes in and out, stretching, teasing and finger fucking me until I no longer care who hears or seesus. I bury my hands in his hair and hold on. He rolls my clit with just the right pressure and speed to have hot milk spilling from my core.
“Mirsha…oh, God,” I groan hungrily against his mouth and buck wildly.
I scream into the night, crashing into the bliss of an orgasm; everything fades into the back of my mind except for how all the pain, angst and torture of being away from all three dissolve into the humid evening air.
“Feel better, baby girl? Did you like coming for your godfather?”
Pulses of heat flood my system and it’s nothing like I have felt before. “For now. But for how long? I hurt so deeply when we are apart, but the second our skin touches it all drops away. I felt so alone for so long.” It scares me to be so open and vulnerable.
A hand moves up my body until he’s cupping my face and his touch feels revenant. “You are never alone. I’m sorry we left. But please understand we will suffer through anything as long as you are safe.” He brushes his thumb over my cheekbone and looks broken by his desires.
“We’ve protected you your whole life and now there’s no one here to protect you from us, baby girl. I hope you know what you are getting into.”
“You feel it too, don’t you?” I ask.
He nods, and that one slight movement wraps my soul in a soothing balm. He rests his forehead against mine. “You hurt for us because we’ve brought a pleasure buried inside you to life. It belongs to us, reaches for us. Long before you knew what itwas, your soul connected to ours. Long before we bonded with blood.”
He didn’t say that I belonged to them like property, I notice. He’s picked words that give me the freedom to walk away at any time.
“Just like we ache for you. Right or wrong, you have made our bitter hearts want what we can’t have. Do you understand?”
“I understand.”
Ever so slowly, he loosens his hold on me enough to let me slide down his body. Inch by inch, I feel the hard planes and dips of his body and yeah…I groan with no shame.
My sensitive nipples scrape along the fine material of his shirt, and the friction is as painful as it is pleasurable. Before I can give either of us time to come to our senses, I bury my hands beneath his suit jacket. He’s stripped his black tie off and left it to hang freely around his neck. I push it aside, find the seam up the center of his shirt and I don’t hold back. One hard tug in either direction and the buttons give.
Hard muscle is instantly bathed in moonlight.
Glorious. Defined. And all mine. He’s so beautiful it hurts.
I lean in and flick my tongue over the tight bead of one nipple, then the other.
Mirsha cups the back of my head as he holds me to him. “You’ve got the mouth of an angel. You’re my deepest fear come true, and I don’t know how to protect any of us from the fallout.”
The pain and dread in his tone send arrows of agony through me.
“Don’t think about that.”
Strong fingers dig into my hair and he angles my head until my gaze locks with his. Fire in those gray depths pushes me closer to the edge of no return. “You should have never come.”
“I will be gone in the morning and no one has to know,” I whisper between us. It’s a lie, but I can face that tomorrow when I tell them all I’ve decided to stay in New Orleans. “Tonight is all we can promise each other, and I am okay with that. Maybe that is how we get rid of whatever this is inside of us. Feed it until the hunger dissolves.”
Suddenly we are moving beneath the slow, swaying branches. The willow’s soft touch over my aroused body reminds me of a woman’s innocence being kissed away by guardian angels before she commits her darkest of sins.
Possessive hands come to rest on my hips as Mirsha places me in front of Viper. “Go to them. I’ll be right here. Let me see you with your godfathers.”
Fear, excitement, and fiery lust merge inside me.
I turn to find two sets of piercing eyes honed in on me. “Come here, baby.” Viper’s fingers twine through mine and he guides me to stand between his thighs. He reclines in a way that gives me full access to every inch of his massive, well-defined body. Holy hell, the number of muscles this man has is orgasmic.