28. Veil
28
VEIL
T he fall only lasts a few seconds, but it’s long enough to be born anew. Gemini’s lips on mine emulsify and transform me. It’s as if my soul was anticipating this very moment to finally remember itself.
I am breathless and aching.
I am desire come to life.
Gemini manages to turn our bodies midair, his back hitting the net first while his arms hold me tightly around my waist. I hardly notice the landing, the kiss consuming me, devouring me with every bite of his teeth on my lip and the lashing of his tongue on mine.
The net envelops us, as if understanding our need to stay as close to one another as possible, our embrace intensifying, along with our quickening breaths.
Gemini’s hands find the sides of my face, and his forehead presses against mine as he breaks our kiss. “Do you sense it now, beloved?” he whispers harshly against my lips, his voice low and hoarse with need. “Do you see?”
“Yes,” I answer. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Desperate. Aflame. Obsessed.
I slam our lips back together while bringing my knee over his waist so I can better straddle him. His fingers dig into my hips, making me grind myself on his hardening cock over and over again. The net constrains our movements, but I don’t care. I am blinded with need, and nothing else matters now but the feel of him underneath me. Pulling away, I splay my palms against his chest, pushing myself up.
Our eyes clash in a heated dance of darkness and desire. I feel myself getting wet by just the weight of his gaze on me. His eyebrows dipped in famished concentration, Gemini’s expression is intense, adoring in ways I’ve never seen him. The pink in his cheeks humanizes him. His chest rises in the same fast staccato as mine. His razor-sharp attention is solely on me.
And—
Oh gods.
He’s a masterpiece.
I can hardly breathe.
A perverse beauty promising me every wretched thing under this burning star. My chest flares like a supernova, recognizing the universe it’s been forever bound to.
My nails dig into his chest, promising more, before I pull away and reach for my tank top. I yank it off over my head, along with my sports bra. I don’t have time to fall back onto Gemini’s chest before he reaches for me, his hot mouth latching around my nipple.
I gasp out a breathy moan as my back arches into him. His hand palms my free breast with such dominance that I find myself growing even wetter. My clit throbs as I push myself harder against his cock, the sensation only heightening the need to feel him entirely.
“Gem,” I say breathlessly.
“Yes, doll?” he asks in between sucks and kisses, his tongue circling my nipple, slowly turning me into a blithering mess. I pick up a hint of humor and something about hearing his usual lightheartedness during such a loaded moment has me falling even deeper into maddening arousal.
“I need to fuck you,” I rasp. “ Please, let me fuck you.”
Gemini’s body tightens around me like a bow ready to snap. His free hand slowly slips down over my ass and squeezes as his gaze lifts to find mine. His pupils are so blown that I can only see black, and if I’m not careful, I will tumble into the abyss of his gaze and never find my way back.
He lifts his hips, his cock like a steel brand against my core. “Don’t ever dare ask for permission again, pet.” His tone is harsh, just like the touch of his hands on my body, and I break out into goose bumps, aching for more.
The net is all around us, making it hard for me to tug down my shorts, but there’s something about our precarious position that makes the entire act that more desperate, that more filled with the animalistic need to come together.
Our lips find each other once more as we both do everything in our power to get my shorts off as fast as possible. We do the same with his pants. Push and shove and tug until, finally, his cock is freed.
I nearly sob at the sight.
His glistening, pierced tip beckons me.
Hypnotizes me.
My body shakes with a need so powerful that I become an inconsequential bystander to the sheer force of it. The urge to taste him again is an intoxicating one, but this isn’t the moment to satisfy my gluttony, not when my pussy is pulsing with the absence of him.
Nothing about our pressed bodies conveys patience or begs us to savor the newness of what’s to come.
No.
It’s urgent and filled with the intoxicating promise of more . Every atom that makes up who I am sings in chorus.
More, more, more, more.
And somehow, I can hear Gemini’s need, too, his skin buzzing under my touch.
Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I hover atop him, dragging his head up and down my slit, and relish the groan that rumbles through his chest. I take half a second to enjoy the grip of his fingers on my thighs before sinking onto his cock. I’m soaked, slipping easily around him, but his shaft is so thick that I only make it halfway down.
My hands fall back on his chest at the intrusion, and my mouth opens on a deeply pleased moan now that I finally know what it feels like to have Gemini Foley at my mercy.
He grips my ass, pulling my cheeks open as I rock my hips against him, slowly inching myself further down onto his stiff cock. Our gazes are locked together—the intensity would be terrifying if I had any rationality left in me.
“That’s it, pet. Take all of me,” he groans through gritted teeth. “I knew you’d be the perfect fit.”
I sink down another inch and then another as Gemini’s fingers dig harder and harder into my soft flesh until I feel all of him, and the fullness is as overwhelming as the first hit of a mind-bending drug.
“ Gods be damned ,” Gemini says under his breath as I begin to grind my clit on his pelvis.
I am somewhere beyond words. I can barely even think. All I want is to feel .
Our eyes slam into each other, and his burning gaze sends my body into a feverish state. Reaching for his hands, I bring them up to my breasts, making him palm them as I clasp my hands over his.
I’m fucking him mindlessly. Deeply.
It’s a passion so deadly that I can see the intoxicating poison seep into his gaze. Gemini’s eyes widen, as if he’s having the exact same realization.
It makes my orgasm soar through my body, and I chase it with abandon, my clit grinding achingly against him as his cock throbs inside of me.
“Gemini,” I whine, feverish for more, even now when my climax builds and builds.
“Use me, beloved,” he growls, his hand traveling up to my neck and curling around my throat, as if seeking my racing pulse. “Fuck me until you’re sick of me.”
His words push me over the edge of reason, and my muscles lock up, as if electrified. My eyes widen in shock, and Gemini’s expression only darkens as my pussy squeezes over and over as I come all over his cock.
I only have time to watch his lips lift into an arrogant, taunting grin before he somehow maneuvers me onto my back, his body hot and heavy all around me.
He slides his cock back inside of me in one powerful thrust, his face finding the crook of my neck, nibbling at my feverish skin. His low hum vibrates against me as he takes a deep inhale—it’s as if he’s craving lungfuls of me—before dragging his nose up to the shell of my ear.
“Did you ever think, Veil Vulturine,” he says slowly, his voice dark and tormenting, “that losing could feel this good?”
His words barely snap me out of my haze, barely scuff against the lust of having Gemini’s cock pump inside of me again and again.
I knew this was a game.
I fucking knew it.
I lost the second I felt the thick head of his cock stretch me open.
“Is it losing when you’re as far gone as I am?” I grit out as he continues to fuck me with senseless abandon.
His laugh is wicked, and it shoots pleasure down my spine. He lifts his head to meet my gaze, and he’s even more breathtaking when his face is only inches away from mine. The details of him are complex and seemingly never-ending. I could watch him like this forever.
“I have never claimed to be anything else,” he replies before kissing me with renewed passion.
I feel the net dig into my skin under me, and I savor the sensation, savor the feeling of being held here against my will. Gemini has trapped me in every sense of the word.
And I …
Don’t care.
“Now, imagine me fucking you full of my heir,” he says with a growl. “How divine it will feel.”
My back arches at his depraved words. A second orgasm pushes me to the very edge of sanity, but I still manage to croak a small, “ Never .”
Gemini laughs before catching my bottom lip with his teeth, then releasing it. “Look at you. Your body craves it, pet.” Bending one of my legs upward, he deepens the position and begins to fuck me with even more passion, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside with every thrust. “You’ll look so pretty with my cum making a mess of your pussy,” he groans, his neck cording with the effort.
My climax crests just as he possessively licks my neck, and my mouth falls open, his name on my tongue. He curses when he hears his name and savagely fucks me through my orgasm until I feel him throb deep inside of me.
“Can you feel it?” he says almost ominously as his voice strains with his own climax. “Even my seed is at home inside your womb.”
My pussy flutters around him as if I’ve lost all control. Gemini’s words light me aflame, even when I claim to hate the idea.
His laugh is a lot more sweet-tempered this time, as if his mask has slipped and it’s the real Gemini Foley who’s gazing into my eyes while stroking the hair off my face.
No games.
No motives.
Just two burning bodies, entangled in a safety net, ravaged and undone.