Fated Lies (Lies 3)

I grin as I kiss her and feel her warming beneath my body hovering over hers.

“More,” she breathes when I try to pull away.

“So bossy.” I kiss her again and again a

nd again. I could kiss her forever. But the rest of her body is calling me.

As gently as I can, I run my hand down the front of her body until I hit her bra. I push it up until I find the mound of her right nipple, then I circle my thumb over the nub, making it harden beneath my touch.

“Suck it,” she says.

I grin against her lips. That was my plan, but I need her to give me some amount of control if I’m going to be able to take her mind away from the pain she’s feeling.

I place my finger against her lips as I lower my head to her nipple. “Suck,” I command as I push my finger between her lips.

I hover over her nipple, almost giving in to her order but not doing it until she gives in to mine. Her lips wrap around my fingers, and the gasp that leaves my mouth rattles through my body. I try to hide my reaction by taking her nipple into her mouth.

I try to focus on how supple her nipple is, how incredible it is to be the one making her whimper. But all I can think about is how much of a mistake it was to have her suck my fingers, because now my cock is rock hard and jealous.

She grins around my fingers, knowing the exact reaction she’s provoking in me. I pull my fingers from her mouth, and then I swirl them around her other nipple. She cries out in pleasure from my touch.

My eyes rake down her body, watching her every reaction. Goosebumps are all over her arms and stomach. She’s still cold.

I want to press my body over hers to keep her warm, but I don’t want to hurt her.

Liesel sees the hesitation in my eyes.

“Don’t hold back.”

I groan. I want to do as she says, but she wouldn’t survive if I did. Instead, all I can do is give her the impression that I’m not holding back.

I kiss down her body, even over her bruises, trying to warm her up as I move closer to her black panties. I grab them with my teeth and rip them down her legs to her ankles. Then I gasp at the sight of her pussy so close, so tempting, so mine.

“Lick my clit,” Liesel says, still clinging to her control.

She doesn’t understand that her body is mine. Even though I’ve never touched her, I’ve watched Waylon touch her, other men have her. I’ve studied her body and know what she wants, what she needs.

She thinks she needs to be in control to come, just like I do. The trauma we have both experienced makes it difficult to trust someone else with our bodies. The only way we allow another to be intimate is if we keep that control.

We aren’t even fucking and we are already battling.

I want to take complete control. I want to cover her mouth so she can no longer give me orders. I want to tie her up so she physically can’t persuade me to her will.

But I decide on a different route.

I kiss up her legs, moving closer to her clit. I will lick her as she commanded, but I’ll take my time.

“Langston,” she whines, needing me.

I glance between her legs; she’s not ready for me to touch her there yet, as much as she thinks. My first kiss of her clit is going to be explosive. It needs to be in order for her to forget the pain in her chest.

I kiss her upper thigh, the closest I’ve gotten to following her order.

Her hands grab my hair, and she pushes my head to where she wants me.

I smirk, and her eyes twinkle.

“Lick me, or I’ll stop this.”