Page 33 of Tempted

The sound of his voice spurred her into action. She twisted her head away from his seeking mouth and pressed her hands against his chest with the intention of pushing him away. “No, Mr. Meade. This is wrong. We can’t do this.”

He wouldn’t be denied however. His grip tightened around her waist as he gripped her hair in his fist and gave it a healthy yank to reveal the column of her throat to his hungry grey gaze. Lowering his head, he raked her tender flesh with his teeth. “My, name is Victor. Say it.”

“No. Please don’t do this to me,” she pleaded. Her words sounded weak and Jasmine tried desperately to push back the pulsating wave of heat coursing through her veins. She didn’t want to respond to him—couldn’t. The price was simply too high for her to pay.

“Yes, Jasmine. If I thought for a second you didn’t want this as badly as I did, I’d walk out of here right now and never bother you again, but I’m not blind. Your body is trembling and I bet your panties are soaked.”

She closed her eyes against the certainty she saw lurking in the depths of those all-seeing eyes. Her pussy tingled as heat fused throughout her body. She pressed her thighs tightly together just in case he attempted to verify his claim. Despite her traitorous body screaming at her to give in to his passionate persuasion, Jasmine made one last effort to end this madness. “This is crazy, Mr. Meade. I wouldn’t want you to lower yourself by slumming with the nanny.”

His eyes narrowed to blue slits and for a moment, she thought he’d let her go. “Jasmine, whatever you say won’t work. I was a jackass for the way I acted before. I’m sorry, but do you think I’m going to let a few misguided words stand in the way of what’s happening between us? And my name is Victor.” He smashed his lips against hers in a blatant act of possession.

Jasmine squeezed her eyes tight again, but this time to hold back the tears because she knew she didn’t have the power to fight him off any longer. This wouldn’t have been so bad if she didn’t want him just as much as he implied. It hurt to admit it to herself, but Lord she wanted him, wanted his arms around her, his hands on her body, touching every single inch of her. All these weeks she’d pretended what had gone on before hadn’t happened—was a mistake best forgotten, but no longer. Their desire for each other could be denied no more.

“Say my name, Jasmine.”

“No.” He’d already won as far as everything else was concerned. She wouldn’t allow him this one last victory.

“I’ll make you say it,” he muttered.

She sighed, parting her lips slightly and granting him the access he demanded.

He pushed his tongue forward, aggressively whirling it around the recesses of her mouth, exploring every bit of her like a man starving. He lowered his hands down the length of her back, until he cupped her bottom and pulled her against him. Victor pushed his erection between the juncture of her thighs. His frenzied motions were that of someone who’d been denied far too long and was now getting what they wanted.

Jasmine felt that way too, though in the back of her mind she knew she should probably put up more of a fight. As if sensing her unease, Victor lifted her in his arms and carried her the short distance to the bed. Not giving her much time to react, he laid her on the center and immediately covered her body with his.

She turned her head away to catch her breath, but Victor grasped her chin to hold it steady for his marauding mouth. He plucked frantically at her clothing, pulling apart her pajama top, not bothering to unfasten the buttons properly as desperation drove him to see her bare breasts.

“Beautiful,” he muttered. “So full, ripe and ready for my mouth.” He captured one burgeoning tip between his teeth, tugging and bringing it too life before suckling it fully into his mouth.

Jasmine threaded her fingers through his hair and arched her back, offering herself to him. All protests she’d held earlier had fled. She’d deal with the consequences later. For now, her body was burning up with desire. Her juices wet the inside of her thigh and the heat within her core was nearly more than she could handle. She couldn’t get enough of his erotic ministrations.

Victor licked and laved the turgid peak until Jasmine moaned helplessly, rolling her head from side to side on her pillow. A whimper tore from her throat when he released her nipple, but the bereft feeling was short-lived because he transferred his attention to her other nipple. As he sucked on the tight nubbin, he rolled the other one between his finger and thumb.

Jasmine writhed and wiggled beneath the weight of his body. Fire coursed along every single nerve ending in her body. Victor raised his head to stare at her with passion-glazed eyes. “Do you like this, Jasmine?”

She could only nod.

“Tell me you want me, that you want this as badly as I do.”

She moistened her lips. “I want you.”

“And you’re going to have me.” He pressed eager kisses along her collarbone and then slowly worked his way down the length of her body. He ran his hands over her belly. “You have such beautiful skin.” He touched her with such reverence, she felt like the beauty he declared she was. Victor left a trail of heat wherever his fingertips roamed.

He circled her navel and flicked it with his tongue before pulling down her pajama bottoms along with her panties, leaving Jasmine naked to his hungry gaze. “God, you’re beautiful, but then again, I always knew you would be.”

She couldn’t speak had her life depended on it, especially when he pushed her thighs apart and pressed a long deep kiss against the cleft of her pussy.

Jasmine squirmed, unable to keep still against his sensual assault. What was this man doing to her? For so long, she didn’t think she was capable of experiencing such deep passion, and this savage need to be possessed by anyone, yet Victor proved her wrong with each stroke of his tongue, and touch of his fingers.

Her body jerked when he placed his hands against her tender folds and slowly traced her slit with the tip of his index finger. “Relax, Jasmine. I won’t do anything to hurt you. I just want to love you.” Settling himself between her thighs, Victor gently parted her labia and pressed his lips against her clitoris.

“No,” she whispered, positive this was wrong. Something that felt this good couldn’t be right.

Ignoring her weak protest, Victor dug his fingers into her thighs anchoring her into place. He flicked the throbbing bud to painfully taut awareness before capturing it between his lips and suckling it with wild abandon.

Jasmine wiggled and writhed beneath his erotic ministration, feeling as if she’d burst into flame at any moment. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth to stop herself from screaming, she didn’t know how much longer she could hold in her excitement.

Victor took his time licking and nibbling her highly sensitize flesh and acquainting himself with every single nook, cranny and contour of her pussy. Instead of pushing him away as she knew she should, Jasmine found herself weaving her fingers through his salt and pepper locks, and holding his head against her wet sex.

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