Page 119 of Sun-Kissed Fangs
The chain clinked.
“Did you just move?”
“No,” Harper said, a little too fast.
Maya brushed her lips over Harper’s shoulder. “No, what?”
Harper took a deep breath. Though the chain wasn’t heavy, keeping her arms extended made her muscles burn.
“No,Sir.”
How was Maya this fucking patient? She had to want this, too. Had to be dying for it as much as Harper was, even though she was doing a great job of staying composed. If Harper poked at her a little more, she might get frustrated enough to give in to it.
But the alternative was too risky. That she would just stop, and instead of using this window of privacy as intended, she might just rile Harper into a frenzy.
Though, she was already doing a great job at that.
“Can I ask about these?” Maya traced a finger over Harper’s shoulder. Along the flowers wrapped around it. “Your tattoos. Do they mean anything? Or are they just for decoration?”
“Some of them have stories. Most don’t. At least not very good ones.” She adjusted her posture. Carefully, so the chain would stay still. “I got those flowers mainly because they were free. I was dating a tattoo artist, and they asked to use me as a canvas.”
Maya followed the curve of the flowers down Harper’s shoulder. Then she went lower, circling a spot on her ribs.
“What about this one?”
Harper took a moment to map out what Maya was touching. Then she smirked. Her butterfly tattoo.
“That is covering up a mistake.”
Maya paused. Then chuckled. “What was their name?”
“Karina. She was the love of my life when I was seventeen. I got over it a few months after we broke up.”
Maya brushed a fingertip up her forearm. “What about these? Do they have a story?”
Harper tensed. She didn’t even need to think to know what tattoo Maya was touching. Six tally marks in a single line, nestled at the crook of her elbow.
She cleared her throat and sat up straighter.
“That’s just something stupid. It’s not important.” She turned her head, doing her best to glare at Maya through the blindfold. “Is this really how you want to spend our limited time? You like talking way too much.”
“Only because you’re involved. I love hearing your voice. Hearing your laugh. Your breathing, especially as it is now. With you trying, and failing, to keep it even.”
Maya’s hand eased between her legs. Harper held her breath as Maya pushed down further, pressing down on her clit ever so slightly.
Harper had to tense her whole body to keep from moving. She tried swallowing her voice, too, but it didn’t quite work. Part of a moan escaped, coming out as a low squeak.
“You look beautiful like this.” Maya started circling. Slowly andprecisely. “Kneeling for me. A polite little plaything, and she’s all mine to enjoy.”
Fuck. The word ‘mine’ had no business sounding so goddamn enticing. The tension between her legs was growing at an alarming rate, and soon she wouldn’t be able to keep still, no matter how much she tried.
“Can I put the chain down?” Harper said tightly. Then she moaned when Maya started circling faster.
“No. You keep it there until I tell you otherwise. And it’ll be a long time before I do so, if you don’t start addressing me properly.”
Maya kissed her neck, lips pressing against her pulse point. So careful. Even though every inch of Harper’s body wanted her tonotbe careful. Wanted a sting and a moan to follow the touch.
Harper gritted her teeth. Her hands were trembling. A slight metallic chime underlined her breathing.
