Page 109 of Bonfire and Bliss Bookstore

Resting his hands on my shoulders, his green eyes meet mine in the mirror.

“This spot right here,” he says, voice gruff, as he swipes my hair from one shoulder to the other before dragging his lips across the soft skin of my neck. “I’m never not dreaming of kissing it.”

Goose bumps erupt over my skin and I suck in a breath as he drags the strap of my tank top down over my shoulder with his mouth. He mimics the same movement on the other side before lightly sliding his fingers across my chest.

“So many freckles, Xuxuzinho.” He nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck and inhales. “And I’m completely obsessed with them all.”

I watch Monty in the mirror as his eyes fall shut and he revels in the closeness of our two bodies.

I stay still as he drags his palm over my breast before dipping beneath the fabric of my top and pulling it out. My eyes roll back as he glides his fingers over my nipple.

“And these tits.” He squeezes one before covering the other one with his palm. “They’re so fucking sexy.”

My head falls back against his chest, and I watch as he plays with my nipples. Somehow, despite our differences—my fair skin against his expanse of ink, my wild auburn waves against his jet-black locks, my soft curves against his hard lines—we fit. We’re beautiful together.

“Take off your shirt,” I beg.

Monty’s lips curve up in the mirror and his groan rumbles against my back.

“I love it when you tell me what you want.”

He drops my breasts and pulls his top over his head, exposing all of his beautiful tattoos.

Monty’s mouth tips into the most glorious smile as his hand settles on my hip and his fingers dip beneath my shorts. “Can I take these off?”

I nod as he pulls both sides down slowly, smoothing his hands over me. I’m practically panting when the fabric falls to my ankles and his hand settles on my stomach. He rolls his fingers over the soft skin, humming as he peppers kisses to my shoulder and up to my neck.

I turn to allow him to claim my mouth. We both moan as the kiss deepens, but when I try to spin around, he holds me in place.

“Not yet,” he rasps, pulling my top over my head and tossing it to the ground.

He tweaks one of my nipples and smiles when I moan. “I want you to watch yourself fall apart. Want you to see how beautiful you are.”

My knees threaten to give out at his words but Monty steadies me with a firm hand between my legs, wrapping his other arm around my shoulders and across my chest to my other breast. Like this, I’m trapped in his embrace, forced to watch him unravel me.

When Monty slides a finger through my drenched sex, he hums in appreciation.

“So fucking soft, baby. So fucking perfect.”

I can’t help but close my eyes as he touches me. It all feels too good.

Monty’s hand ceases movement and his deep voice cuts through the silence. “Eyes on me, Xuxuzinho. If you close them, I stop.”

My gaze snaps back to my reflection and I lick my lips.

“Good girl.” He pushes two thick fingers inside me, and I have to keep reminding myself to keep my eyes on where they disappear. It’s obscene, the way the veins in his tattooed arm ripple and strain as he thrusts in and out of me. I can’t look away.

“That’s it, Penelope,” he whispers. “Watch me fuck you. Watch me make you mine.”

“Yours.” The word comes out as a whimper—I realize now, it’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear from him.

I can feel Monty’s mouth tilt into a smile as he brushes kisses against my neck and then bites down on the soft, supple skin just below my ear.

“Mine.”

I’m not sure if it’s the word itself or the feel of him—the sounds he makes, the woodsy scent and warmth of him wrapped around me—but within seconds I’m falling apart, shaking and moaning, coming in long, delicious waves.

“Look at you, Xuxuzinho, look at the way you turn the prettiest shade of crimson for me when you come. Fuck, it’s my favorite color.”