I slowly slide my pants down, inch by inch, until they pool around my ankles – and what’s underneath makes the room temperature spike ten degrees.
It’s black lace. Tiny. Delicate. More suggestive than anything I’ve ever worn in my life. I bought it last week and nearly chickened out twice before tonight.
His breath catches.
A slow, almost warning growl escapes him as he takes one step toward me.
“You sure about this, princess?”
I nod, biting down a smile. “So do you want your last gift or not?”
He closes the space between us like a panther stalking something fragile and delicious. Every inch of him is heat and control and command.
I reach for the army vest across my chest, fingers slipping under the strap to unclasp it-
His hand still grips my wrist.
Firm. Certain.
I’m frozen in place, but my body’s burning from the inside out. My pulse beats like a second heart between my legs, and the way he’s looking at me –
makes me feel like I’m unraveling under my own skin. he’s memorizing the sight, like I’m something he’s about to devour
“Keep it on,” he repeats, voice low and dark and ragged at the edges. “All of it.”
I breathe out a shaky laugh. “You’re into army roleplay now?”
He doesn’t smile,
like
His mouth drags against my jaw instead, rough stubble scraping just enough to make me gasp. His fingers slide up the open edge of the vest, trailing over the thin lace underneath – featherlight, like he’s trying to decide if I’ll shatter or combust.
“You planned a full assault,” he murmurs against my neck. “Party. People. Games. Then you bring me home like this…” He bites down, gently, just under my ear. “You started this war, Penny.”
My knees nearly give out.
“You gonna finish it?” I whisper.
His hands are on my thighs in a second, gripping hard, and he lifts me like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and the second my back hits the hallway wall, his mouth is on mine hot, relentless, consuming. The kind of kiss that doesn’t just make your heart race
that owns you.
He pins me there, fully clothed but somehow making me feel completely exposed.
–
it changes it. A kiss
My hands slide into his hair, fingers tugging like I need something to hold on to. He groans into my mouth, deep and low, and the sound slides straight
down my spine.
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Chapter 310
“You really bought this for me?” he mutters, lips brushing my collarbone.
I nod, breathless. “Just for today.”
His eyes flick up, locking on mine. “That tiny little piece of lace is barely there.”
“That’s the point.”
He presses his forehead to mine for one long beat.
“You’re gonna kill me, princess.”
But his tone says he’d let me.
He moves, carrying me through the apartment, steps unhurried – like he’s savoring the build–up, like he knows the suspense is killing me and he’s enjoying every second of it. The door to the bedroom swings open with a shove of his foot, and then we’re falling onto the mattress in a mess of limbs and breath
and urgency.
He doesn’t let me take the vest off. Not even the hat.
Instead, he worships every inch of what’s underneath it – mouth and hands and body moving with a kind of reverence that makes me feel like I’m both hol and forbidden. The lace doesn’t last long. But he makes sure I do.
It’s not gentle.
It’s not soft.
It’s intense. Consuming. Desperate in all the ways I never knew I needed.
Every word he whispers is rough and possessive and impossible to forget.
Every time he touches me, I burn for more.
And afterward, when I’m curled against his chest, skin still tingling and heart still pounding, he presses a kiss to my forehead and whispers:
“Best birthday of my life.”
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Veronica Allen–Jones
Surely this isn’t the end? We haven’t had the Spring Gala yet. when is the next update please?
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
