Page 166 of Tempting Fate

Slash plants his hands on my hips and moves me over him. The only thing that separates us is my panties when his bare, hard cock kicks beneath me. My thighs tighten around him as my core pulses. He drags me along his length again. The multiple piercings that run along the underside offer bite after bite of pleasure and pain.

A shiver runs the length of my spine, and my back bows.

“Touch me. Taste me. Take your fill, my gorgeous, regal, fuckin’ duchess. Let me show you that I’m right. We make sense.”

“This isn’t right.”

Slash smirks. “Don’t tell me my badarse little Cherub is scared?”

I don’t know why I do it.

It’s dangerous.

Wrong.

But I allow his goading to get to me.

Against every instinct.

Against my better judgement.

Against the voice in my head that screams that I’m a one-man woman.

I splay my hands across his pecs, then I drag my fingers into a claw shape over his muscles. My nails score lines on his tattooed skin, scraping his pierced nipples as he rocks beneath me. I do it again. Digging into his chest a little more. He hisses. I rake my nails over his flesh a third time. Harder. This time I leave nail marks, and Slash’s teeth clack together as he arches into my hands.

“Fucking hell, Cherub. Gonna make you come so hard, then I’m gonna come all over you. Gonna paint you with my cum. By the time I’m finished with you tonight, you’re gonna feel like the duchess you’ve always been to me… inside and out.”

In a complete contradiction to his promise, Slash doesn’t touch me anywhere but my hips. The only movement he makes is to grind himself against my pussy as I move above him. Other than that, he allows me to take control. I trace his muscles with my fingertips, claw at his hair when he presses against my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, brace my hands against his thighs as I bow my back to ride through the waves of the climax that hits me in a sneak attack.

When I flop down over him, trembling and twitching, he doesn’t stop.

For the first time, Slash takes liberties. He seizes my mouth with his and kisses me deeply. I taste him. Foreign, yet familiar, at the same time. Nibble on his snake bites, suck his pierced tongue. One of his big hands cups my arse so he can drag me over his cock faster while the other palms my tit underneath my tank top. As he kneads my sensitive flesh and flicks his thumb over my nipple, something sparks under my skin. It jolts through my belly, twisting and turning as it gathers in intensity to pool like molten bliss in my core. Slash senses my approaching orgasm, and with a growl, he lets go of my breast to lock his fingers around my neck. As he uses his grip to push me upright, I whimper at the loss of his lips.

“Keep your eyes on mine,” he tells me when my eyelids droop. “I want you to see what I see.”

He squeezes my throat a little tighter. With my breathing slightly restricted, the fine hairs all over my body stand on end. My skin feels like it’s crackling with electricity. My clit is a bundle of explosive nerve endings in need of one final touch to detonate.

I can’t think.

I can’t blink.

Eyes locked on Slash’s as we drive each other to the crest of a mutual climax, I realise he has tricked me.

Into seeing the truth.

Things with Zeke have never made sense.

It’s always been hard.

A fight.

With Slash, it feels simple.

Like starting a dance where we both know the steps beforehand.

Easy.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” The walls of my core tighten, tensing and releasing as I begin to tumble toward the pinnacle of bliss. I freeze above him, unsure if I’ll survive another climax this soon after the first. “I can’t—this is. Too. Much.”

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