The Rise Of The Ugly Luna novel Chapter 67

JARIS

She gasped, a light exhale escaping her.

The strong smell and taste of alcohol coated my tongue–Château Margaux, specifically. But other than that, she tasted mighty fine.

‘It’s just a taste.‘

My hand gripped the back of her head, pulling her up to meet my kiss.

For someone who was drunk, she took it quite well. And fuck, it was beyond good.

It felt like a brainquake, shaking up my thoughts in the most exhilarating way

‘It’s just a taste.‘

My hand flexed around her throat. If she wasn’t so drunk, I’d have choked her. But that wouldn’t be too good now, would it?

I moved the hand downward until I reached the hem of her dress.

‘It’s just a taste.’

Yet, I couldn’t stop my fingers when they moved beneath her dress, caressing bare skin.

I pulled away from her lips to mutter a ‘fuck.‘ Because that was exactly how I felt right now.

All I wanted was a fucking taste of her lips, yet I couldn’t get enough. Because Lyric’s lips were fucking addictive.

She tasted like the first sip of warm cocoa on a winter’s night, rich and comforting. It was a mental marvel.

She moaned deeply, throwing her arms around my neck.

“Jaris…” Her voice was like a soft caress of sugar spun cotton, wrapping around me in warmth. Damn it. This woman was going to sound good in bed.

To my surprise, she rocked her hips to meet mine. She was desperate for this. Desperate for me.

I let my fingers wander further beneath her dress. I reached her thigh–the thick soft flesh–and there was nothing I didn’t do to resist giving it a tight squeeze.

In the end, I failed.

She released a breathy moan, her hand tightening around my shoulders. Had she been as horny for me like I was this whole time? This was a fucking discovery.

I know I should stop this. Not because it was wrong–hell, I’d never entirely care for right and went in my life–but because ! shouldn’t want her this way. Not after what she’d done to me.

Yet, I let my fingers keep wondering, all the way to her underwear, until it was beneath it, too.

She exhaled slowly, throwing her head back. She may be drunk, but she was clearly enjoying this. And something about that fact just fueled my needs.

Scorching shivers raced across my flesh, sending heat radiating from head to toe when my fingers found her core. I froze for a moment, letting it sink in.

I was touching Lyric Harper. Intimately.

Lyric might not be the only one that’d wake up to a change tomorrow. By morning, I’ll ask myself what the fuck I just did.

But for now, however, I was lost.

I let out a low growl as I rubbed against her clit while nuzzling my lips against her cheek. She was soaking wet!

I was painfully hard. All I wanted was to pull out of my pants and claim Lyric right now, on this bed.

Before I could think better of it, I thrust a finger into her. She gasped, a small startled thing

I bet this wouldn’t be her reaction if she was fully conscious right now.

She whimpered, her chest rising and falling in a slow pace.

Fuck, how was she so tight? She squeezed around my finger, her wetness coating me.

Sweat beaded my forehead as I imagined my dies

pure bliss.

Successfully unlocked!e moving in a cunt this tight and wet. It’d be

I added another finger and fucked her, drawing small cries of pleasure from her. My eyes devoured her, all my nerves tingled to life, each one pulsating with vibrant energy.

I took her lower lip between my teeth and bite. She whimpered and I sucked right on it.

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I did the same to her upper lip, then moved my lips to her throat where I kissed the hollows of her neck.

‘Stop this, Jaris!”

No! It was too addictive!

I was pissed at the knowledge that I could do this all day. Nobody should have this effect on me. Nobody at all.

It was a weakness.

Her fingers dug into my back as her moans turned deeper. But they could hardly cause any harm considering the fact that i was wearing a shirt, and her moves were weak.

But I knew she wasn’t doing it to get me off her. Like me, the pleasure was too much for her to handle.

“Oh, please…” she whimpered. “Don’t… stop.”

I recognized the sound of that. She was close to the top.

It was all the encouragement I needed.

I fastened my pace, rolling my thumb against her clit. In seconds, she exploded on my fingers, her cries loud enough to startle the shadows and make the night blush.

My own breathing got harsher, and before I could hit the brakes on my impulses, I sank my teeth into her neck, giving her a small bite.

Shit, no! The realization struck me like lightning.

I shouldn’t have done that. It’d leave a mark.

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