Chapter 25: Veiled Vows: Chapter 25

Jasmine murmurs softly against my lips. I pull back and her cheeks are flushed pink and rosy while she’s unable to look me in the eye. I’d been teasing her, but given her reaction, have I touched a little too close to home.

“Wait, you were serious?”

Jasmine pulls away from me and steps back the best she can in that dress. “I mean … wasn’t it obvious?”

“Tell me.” I catch her wrist before she can step away further. “Tell me again.”

“I …” Her eyes dart to mine and she holds my gaze for a second then looks away. “I don’t want you to make fun of me.”

“Jasmine, I’m not going to make fun of you. I thought you were teasing me, playing along like we usually do, but you’re serious, aren’t you?”

She tries to pull her wrist away but I tighten my grip, desperate for her to say what my heart yearns to hear. I’ve been falling for her ever since our first time together, but given our family’s history and her focus on her family, it felt like nothing serious could ever happen. Even her attraction based on me rescuing her all those years ago felt more like lust than anything else, and I didn’t dare to hope.

“I like you, okay!” Jasmine snatches her wrist back and this time I let her. “If you need me to say it then fine, I like you. And it’s not just because you saved my life, although I won’t deny that plays a part in it. I like you because you make me laugh, and I know I should hate you but I don’t. Not entirely. I like it when we spend time together, I like how you fucking ran that prick over with your bike to save me, how you came to dinner and made nice with my mom. I like how you think about me and how you make me feel about myself. I really like how much fun we’ve had on our dates even though you said they were just for show. And now you’re making me stand here in this stupid dress and tell you how I feel, and if you breathe a word to anyone, then I’ll kill⁠—”

I silence her with a kiss, grasping onto both her shoulders and holding her in place so she accepts my affection. She tenses briefly but quickly relaxes, and when the kiss breaks, her cheeks are a deeper shade of red and the blush spreads down her neck.

“It doesn’t bother you how much older I am?”

Jasmine rolls her eyes. “If I cared, don’t you think I would have said something by now?” she mutters. “Besides, age brings experience, right?” She looks up at me with wide, doe-like eyes. “Is that all you have to say?”

I lean in close and grasp her chin lightly. “Tell me again,” I say in a low voice.

“What?”

“Tell me again what you like about me.”

Jasmine rolls her eyes but starts repeating her list. After each detail she mentions that she likes, I kiss her. From my personality to how I make her feel, I reward each word with a sweet kiss against her lips and then down to the soft, warm skin of her throat as she turns to listing physical traits like my hair, my tattoos, and my ass. By the time she finishes, her voice is trembling almost as hard as her body, and her entire face and neck flush pink.

“So?” Jasmine asks breathlessly. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

I look her straight in the eye and pull her close until her body is as snug against me as we can get with that crazy skirt. “I like you too,” I reply. “I like how when you look at me, I feel like you see the real me. I like how you make me laugh, and that your idea of a date involves a little murder. I like how despite your sharpness, you’re the kind of person willing to wear a dress like this to keep your mother happy. I like how protective you are over your friend, how hard you work for your people, and how you make me feel like I actually matter. So yeah, I like you too.”

Jasmine suddenly punches me hard in the shoulder, sending me backward with a laugh and a wince. “You better not be fucking with me.”

“I’m not!” I gasp. “Holy shit, ow. I’m not, I swear.”

A smile blooms across her face, deepening the flush across her cheeks. “Okay. You really like me?”

“I do. Crush feels too childish a word to use at my age, but yeah.”

Jasmine’s smile turns coy and she sways closer to me. “So … our families joining, a business-like wedding could lead to a really fun married life?” She lifts one brow.

I nod. “It absolutely could.” Surreal to think that a desperate proposal to save both our families is turning into a blooming romance, but Jasmine makes me happy. She knows my secrets, she cares for me, and she has a heart of gold. I’ve suffered enough to know when I’m lucky.

“Alright.” Her smile widens and she spreads her arms out wide. “So about this horrible skirt …”

Tearing the ball skirt from the rest of her dress is more fun than I expect. The fabric makes a satisfying noise when it rips, and despite the frantic way we tear at it, we’re careful to save the lace bodice and delicate sleeves that Jasmine does enjoy. As the final layer of the skirt tears away from Jasmine’s legs, she drops down onto the couch and parts her thighs with a smirk.

“No panties.”

“My, my …” My cock immediately tightens at the sight of her glistening pussy peeking out from between her spread legs, inviting me. My mouth runs dry and warmth rushes south so quickly that I’m almost lightheaded.

“Are you just going to look?” Jasmine slides one hand down her body to her pussy, then gently eases her outer pussy lips apart by spreading her fingers. “Or are you going to do something about it?”

How can I resist such a tempting offer?

My knees hit the ground and I bury my face against her pussy so quickly that she barely has time to slide her fingers out of the way. As her hand settles into my hair and she moans softly at the first touch of my tongue, I slide two of my fingers through her wetness and then ease them inside her with a groan. Jasmine whimpers and her hips tilt toward me as she arches against the couch, urging her pussy deeper against my face. I return in kind and press firmer against her, fucking her gently with my fingers while suckling on her clit in between painting patterns against her with the tip of my tongue.

She comes within minutes, moaning loudly. I hope whoever works here has enough sense not to walk in.

Her juices flood my tongue and I lap them up quickly, savoring the sweet taste of her. By the time her trembling and quivering pass, my cock is so hard it’s about to burst out of my pants.

“Hurry up,” Jasmine groans as I lean up. She places her legs down on either side of me and leans forward, cupping my face. “Fuck me already. I want to feel how hard you got from eating my pussy.”

I surge up and kiss her so hard our teeth clack together, and we fall back onto the couch with a surge of laughter. My pants are shoved down, my cock freed and I thrust into her with a satisfied, needy groan. Her hot, silken walls close around my length like a glove, and she clenches down with a moan as if meaning to keep me inside her forever.

There’s no place I’d rather be.

Bracing my heels on the floor, I grasp the back of the couch above her head with one hand and hold up one of her thighs with the other while I fuck her with short, sharp thrusts. She clings to me so hard that her nails dig into my skin, but it’s a pleasant pain that sends shivers down my spine. I want to hold her closer, but the risk to the part of the dress she does like is too great, so I remain holding the couch and her leg.

“Fuck,” Jasmine gasps, tossing her head back and forth. “Oh my God I can feel you under my fucking ribs!”

I burst out laughing and we giggle together at the thought. My thrusts falter so I lean down and kiss her to regain my rhythm. As soon as we’re back to it, pleasure builds faster than before. I can’t tell if it’s the angle, the way she’s flexing her pussy around me, or the knowledge that she really likes me, but something makes this so much better.

“I’m gonna—” Jasmine’s nails become claws, and she arches up from the couch as she comes with a squeak and a long, high-pitched moan. As she tenses and trembles in my arms, I come a few seconds later and slam inside her to make sure my cum is packed in as deep as possible where it belongs.

Pulse after hot pulse shivers across my shoulders and through my core until we’re both panting heavily and I’m barely able to hold myself up.

“Wow,” Jasmine gasps. “That was …”

“Amazing?”

“Cocky much?”

“Fuck you,” I chuckle and lean down to kiss her just as a dreaded ding of notification from my phone rises up from my discarded pants. Kissing her, I ease out of her pussy and help lower her leg, then pick up my pants and my phone.

My father calls and I accidentally hit answer as I’m trying to open the text. My finger immediately goes to my lips when looking at Jasmine as my father barks in my ear.

“Roman, where the fuck are you? I need you home immediately, understand? Get your ass back here now!”