Desire stirs deep, deep in my core when he places one finger on the flat of my stomach, paralyzing me under the weight of his touch.
I swallow hard against the lump rising in my throat when he traces a line up to my cleavage, settling on the skin in the deep valley.
He moves his finger over the heavy swell of my left breast, and my nipples tighten painfully.
The devilish smile that spreads across his face is a tell he knows what he’s doing to me.
He continues to touch me, the warmth of his hands seeping into my skin through the barely there lace. My breath staggers when he starts squeezing my breasts then it all but stops as he rolls the already taut peaks of my nipples between his thumbs.
All the while his lust-filled eyes link with mine like he’s assessing me to see what I’ll do, and the continued effect he has on my body.
Tightening his grip on my nipples, he angles closer, and the devilish smile becomes sinful. So sinful and hot it traps me in the lust brimming in his eyes.
“I’ve wanted to suck these since last night,” he husks in a low, deep, voice.
I swallow hard against the thick desire closing my throat. The raw desire makes me want to sink into his touch and relish the hot pleasure coursing through my body.
I, however, remind myself to focus. It’s clear he wants me. Getting closer means making him want me even more, so I have to appeal to him more than I already am.
“Maybe you should,” I say and a flash of surprise flickers in his eyes. He’d be right if he guessed the response didn’t sound like me. Tonight, though, it’s who I have to be.
“Then give me a taste, angel’skoye lichiko.” He inches away and releases my breasts, looking at me like he wants me to obey.
I do, and slide the cup of the negligee away from my left breast, allowing it to pop out.
The look in his eyes turns feral and he leans forward to take my nipple into his mouth. As his lips close over the skin, hot fire streaks through me and my mind becomes void.
His tongue swirls around my nipple making the taut peaks tighter, painfully tighter, and I moan out the pleasure.
It’s then I realize with a sliver of panic that I’m feeling actual pleasure. When was the last time I felt that? I can’t remember.
Even if I could force my mind to go that far back it probably wouldn’t work because I’d made myself forget on purpose because of Jude.
This man, however, has awakened my body and made me feel things I wanted to forget I could feel.
Streaks of red-hot, wild pleasure ripple into my body and pulse straight into my pussy when he starts sucking harder, and fuck, I start to imagine what his tongue might feel like tasting me there. Right there between my legs, at the place I crave him the most.
The thought makes me arch my back, pushing my breast deeper into his mouth. I’m surprised when he appeases me with unexpected tenderness, and catches my waist to bring me closer.
My knees weaken feeling like they may give so I press my hands to his chest , my fingers connecting with granite muscle that arouses me further.
I’m so wet, my arousal feel sticky between my thighs and the impact of him just makes it worse.
I find myself wishing he’d never stop touching me. Never stop tasting me. Never stop making me feel like he wants me.
But then he does, and suddenly his hand glides up to my neck as he straightens and catches my face in a harsh grip that reminds me who and what he is.
Fear quickly replaces arousal as he lifts my chin higher and holds my gaze with a savage intensity in his eyes.
“You are mine until I say you aren’t.That means all the walls inside this building, and outside it.Understand?”
Jesus Christ... What the hell am I getting myself into?
My eyes widen at his words and the dark possession I witness in his expression.He’s looking at me like he truly owns me, and it’s nothing close to days ago when Jude reminded me, I belonged to him.
This is different. Darker and deadly, like it might come with a price if I disobey.
He looks like he’s staking his claim to everything that makes me, me. Heart, body, mind, and soul.