Veiled in Brick: A Sworn Off Relationships Comedic Thriller Romance Novel (The Veiled Series Book 2) by Eliza Modiste

Author:Eliza Modiste [Modiste, Eliza]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-08-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

I did sleep on the couch. However, my slumber only lasted for a few small stretches of time.

At approximately one o’clock, I woke to kisses trailing down my bare stomach, and not long after, all clothing was foregone and Liam’s head was buried between my thighs. It was a sensual ravaging—the darkness only allowing for me to witness the shadow of his head nuzzling my most sensitive area. My lack of sight and the quiet of the night made for an erotic display; the only sounds that graced our ears being our moans of pleasure. Mine rang out first as I came on his face, holding his head between my legs with a prayer on my lips. His occurred shortly after as his thighs shook and he shot down my throat, releasing a gravelly rumble from above.

He left me to return to his bedroom then, both of us with sleep-tinged, satisfied, wicked grins stretched across our faces. I dozed off only to wake to the most recent memories of our entwined bodies, and I roused him by grazing my tongue over his neck, my naked body leaning over his. His hands found me, the light touches memorizing the curvature of my breasts, back, and behind, and I climbed on top. Our respective releases approached us slowly—we were in no rush, and though it began as lazy rocking into each other’s bodies, it evolved into nails scratching. Teeth biting. Muscles quivering and contracting. Deep groans pleading for our impending implosions that called out into the dawn of morning. The sky was pink when we were finished, and I returned to my makeshift bed to sleep for whatever remaining hours I had left.

I dreamt of hedonism. Of the way his tongue feels on my skin. Of the noises he makes when he’s inside of me. And then I woke for the final time that morning. I grumbled, for it was far less sleep than I needed, but I was unable to drift off any longer. The lights surrounding me were on, the blinds to the outside all raised, and the world was awake. I reached to the side table behind me, grabbed my glasses, and threw them on. Liam was sitting just beyond my feet at his small, circular dining table which was dwarfed even further by his size. His legs were stretched out and crossed at the ankles, and he was dressed for comfort in a grey hoodie and flannel pajama pants, lifting a mug of what I presumed to be coffee to his lips. His eyes caught mine, and he greeted me happily.

“Good morning.”

“Morning.” My voice was raw and scratchy.

He chuckled. “What, are ya tired?”

I stretched my arms overhead, and they were deliciously sore. “Are you?”

“Uh huh.” A beaming, freckle-stretching smile broke across his face.

I laughed softly at his expression. “You got any more of that coffee?”

He pointed to the kitchen island, and I sat up to allow my eyes to follow his finger, finding his French Press nearly full.

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