Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 68: "I—fuck—I need you~"*

Chapter 68: "I—fuck—I need you~"*

She gasped into his mouth as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

The kiss grew deeper, rougher. Her body melted against his, her hands gripping his face, nails scratching at his scalp as she kissed him like she was trying to drown in him.

Justin groaned against her lips, the sound vibrating through her entire body, setting her nerves on fire.

"Justin~" She moaned—a desperate, breathy sound that spilled into his mouth, only making him kiss her harder.

She gripped his shirt like he was the only thing keeping her from collapsing, her fingers twisting in the fabric, clinging to him. Her entire body pressed into his like she was trying to mold herself against him—like she couldn’t get close enough no matter how hard she tried.

"Justin..." she gasped between kisses, her voice thick with need.

That did something to him.

His grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin through the thin material of her dress. He kissed her like he was consuming her, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, devastating tease before diving in deep, owning her mouth.

She whimpered, her nails raking down his back, her body arching into him. "Fuck—"

He flipped her.

She barely had time to react before her back hit the wall, the impact sending a shock through her body, but she loved it.

A sharp gasp left her lips, only to be swallowed by his mouth again. He was everywhere—his hands gripping her waist, his mouth dominating hers, his body pressing her hard against the wall.

"I—fuck—I need you," she panted against his lips, kissing him between words like she couldn’t stand being apart for even a second.

Justin smirked against her mouth. Oh, he fucking knew.

He kissed her deeper, his tongue sweeping against hers, coaxing, taunting—then pulling back just enough to make her chase him. She whimpered, tilting her head to capture his lips again, her hands grabbing his face, refusing to let him go.

Her moans came softer now, desperate, needy. "Don’t stop... Please don’t stop."

Like he could stop.

His mouth trailed down her jaw, nipping, licking, tasting her skin like she was something forbidden.

She was shaking. Shaking.

And then she snapped.

Her fingers twisted into his hair, yanking his face back up, crashing her lips against his with a force that had them stumbling. They rolled against the wall, kissing so hard it was almost brutal, their teeth clashing, their tongues tangling in a way that was messy, raw, hungry.

She groaned into his mouth, her body going liquid against him. "I need more—I need you."

Justin chuckled darkly, gripping her thighs—

And lifted her.

Her gasp turned into a moan as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms locking around his neck. Their mouths never broke apart, their kisses turning deeper, sloppier, more desperate as he carried her toward the door.

The heat between them was suffocating, electric.

He reached for the door—

And with one push, it swung open.

Justin didn’t drop her onto the couch. No, he placed her down like she was something precious—even though they both knew he was about to wreck her.

His hands hovered over her body, a teasing ghost of a touch that sent heat crawling up her skin. She shivered, her breath hitching, her fingers already gripping the front of his shirt like she needed an anchor.

Then he leaned in.

His lips brushed against her neck, slow, deliberate. Not a kiss—just the promise of one. He exhaled, letting his breath ghost over her skin, and fuck, she twitched under him. That little reaction? Yeah, that did something to him.

Finally, he pressed a kiss just below her ear, soft, almost lazy, like he had all the time in the world. And then another, lower this time, lips dragging down the curve of her neck, lingering just long enough to make her pulse stutter.

She squirmed. "Justin—"

Her voice broke on his name when he suddenly bit down—just enough to make her feel it—before soothing the sting with his tongue. Her whole body jerked, her nails digging into his shoulders, and he felt more than heard the shaky breath she let out.

Yeah, she was already melting for him.

His mouth moved lower, trailing over her collarbone, his hands finally pressing into her waist, sliding up, up—his thumbs teasing the curve of her ribs. Every inch he touched left her trembling.

Her hands weren’t still either. One fisted in his shirt, the other sliding into his hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp, and damn, that felt good. He let out a low hum against her skin, feeling her arch into him.

Then her lips were on his.

The kiss started desperate—needy—her mouth moving fast like she was afraid he’d pull away. But Justin wasn’t going anywhere.

He took control instantly.

One hand tangled into her hair, tilting her head just right, deepening the kiss, while the other slid down her back, pressing her even closer. Their bodies fit together like they were made for this.

Her lips were soft, but the way she kissed? Fierce. She matched him stroke for stroke, her tongue flicking against his like a challenge, like she wanted him to do something about it.

Oh, he fucking would.

He shifted, pressing her deeper into the couch, one knee between her legs, the other arm bracing against the cushion beside her head. He was everywhere, surrounding her, making sure she felt him.

Her breath hitched when he pulled away, just enough to let their lips hover apart. A tease. A taunt.

"Taking your time?" she breathed, voice shaky but daring.

Justin smirked. "Maybe."

Then he kissed her again, hard enough to steal whatever comeback she was about to throw at him. His teeth dragged against her bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth, making her whimper.

"Ahhh~~"

And fuck, that sound—

His hands moved lower, gripping the zipper of her dress.

Slowly, so damn slowly, he dragged it down, the fabric parting under his touch, slipping from her shoulders, pooling around her waist.

Then, with one final nudge—

It hit the floor.

And damn this was heavenly—