Masked Sins (Ravaged Castle, #4)

by Amanda Richardson

“I need to know if talking about your body is okay.” His words startle me. “What do you mean?” His brow wrinkles. “I did a lot of research on eating disorder recovery, and one of the things people in recovery consistently said was that comments about their bodies always set them off. Not just negative comments—all comments. So I want to be sure I don’t threaten your recovery before I say something. I know I got carried away earlier and forgot to ask⁠—” “Orion.” My throat catches, and I move my hand on top of his. He did research? That’s really thoughtful. “It’s okay. Like I said, as long as it’s not degrading, you can say whatever you want about my body.” His eyes darken as his hand twitches underneath mine. Suddenly, he drops his head on my chest, placing a kiss along my collarbone. I get a whiff of tobacco and leather when his hair tickles my chin, and I inhale sharply when he does it again along the other collarbone. “Good. Because I plan to worship you, Layla. Your body is perfect.” His hand presses down against my lower stomach gently, and then he kisses my breasts—one after the other. The soft touches make my nipples harden, and I’m panting by the time he gets down to my stomach. “You’re strong. You’re beautiful. Every muscle, every curve, every freckle.” He trails kisses to my hips, kissing each hip bone. “And not just because of how it looks. But because it’s you. Because I can’t get enough of your smell, of how soft your skin is, of your taste—fuck, I’d make a dea...