Page 81 of Heart of The Night

‘Annoying, aren’t they?’ he teased, his mouth trailing down my throat and leaving gentle kisses along my thumping artery. It felt so good that I closed my eyes, savouring the sensation.

His hand moved to my breast, dragging down the bustier to reveal my hardened nipples. And then his warm mouth wrapped around my left, sucking and nibbling. I inhaled sharply, feeling the tingling pleasure spreading through my body as I arched against him. His hand ran down my side, tracing the curve of my waist, until I suddenly heard the vibrator coming on, the familiar sound now a warning of imminent torment.

I opened my eyes, seeing William trail his mouth across the valley between my breasts, the breath of his chuckle fanning my flushed skin. Just as his lips closed around my right nipple, he pressed the vibrator against my sensitised left. I gasped, the intense vibrations making me writhe against my confines again.

‘Will,’ I moaned, hopeful the vulnerable sound would inspire his mercy. He glanced up at me with a roguish smile on his mouth, and I instantly knew my pleas would be wasted. He was unmovable, his resolve as unbreakable as the chains that bound me.

‘Save your breath, Cara. You’ll need it,’ he said, his voice velvet and steel.

I closed my eyes again, feeling his hand trace patterns across my body, leaving trails of fire in its wake. Very slowly, he dragged the vibrator down the centre of my stomach, halting just above my clit. My heart contracted.

‘Fuck,’ I groaned, mentally preparing.

‘Fuck indeed.’ He hooked his fingers into my thong, dragging it to the side. I peeked at him, my breath hitching when I saw him greedily drinking in the sight. A smug smile dominated his lips when his eyes met mine.

‘You’re glistening, Cara. Soaked. And I haven’t even touched you there yet.’

I thought my cheeks might burst into flames. ‘William!’

‘I’m grateful you’ve left some hair behind.’

‘Had I known you’d do this, I’d have shaved it all off.’

Chuckling, he slid his forefinger between my folds. I shuddered at the pleasure, my blood simmering with an urgent need for more. But he didn’t indulge me; he withdrew his finger, raising it to his mouth and then sucking it clean. I gaped at him, my face boiling.

‘Mmm. I fucking love the taste of you,’ he purred.

Speechless, I watched as he lowered his head, his mouth drawing closer and closer to my bundle of nerves. He held my gaze the whole time, a wry smile on his beautiful face. Then, very slowly, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to my aching bud. Gasping, I jerked back immediately.

‘Oh, that’s charming.’ His laughter was pitiless. ‘You think I’ll let you off that easily?’ He lifted the vibrator between our faces. My eyes widened with dread. But, to my surprise, he switched it off.

‘My pride insists that I should make you come with my mouth first,’ he said, putting it aside. Then he grabbed my thighs, tucking them over his broad shoulders. My heart hammered as he secured me in place, locking his arms around my legs. Leaning in again, he paused not even an inch from my wet lips, his gaze fixed on mine.

‘Close your eyes, love,’ he said, his voice low and seductive as his breath fanned against me. ‘Focus on how this feels.’

I obeyed, closing my eyes and resting my head on the mattress. Then he was on me, softly kissing and licking around my clit. I held my breath and fisted my hands beneath my back, shocked by how ready I was. He wasn’t making direct contact, yet the friction of his licks spread toward the centre of my nerves, slowly building the tension within me. My heart raced, my temperature steadily rising as I struggled to control my breathing.

‘Shit,’ I groaned and writhed against him.

His grip tightened around my legs, holding me still. ‘If you move, I’ll make this much more agonising for you, Cara.’

I swallowed at his strict tone, trying desperately to keep still as he wrapped his lips around my clit and began sucking. The acute pleasure surged into my core, drawing a loud, long moan from my lips. I arched my back – I couldn’t help it. The tension rallied within me as he sucked harder and harder, his tongue flicking rapidly across my clit with clinical precision.

‘Will,’ I gasped. Every muscle of my body flexed, trying to contain the tremendous force of my looming orgasm. God, I wished I could tug his hair, claw down his back – something, anything – to relieve this paralysing tension that raged within me.

He slid a finger in, curling it up and stroking my front wall with a perfectly timed rhythm, giving me the sensation of rocking on waves of pure pleasure. Back and forth. Higher and higher.

I gaped, forgetting how to breathe. My toes curled, my body beginning to quiver.

No. I couldn’t take anymore. His finger, his tongue, his mouth—

I exploded. Crying out his name, I collapsed on the bed, sinking into a sea of sheer ecstasy. Deep within the depths, I vaguely picked up the sound of something vibrating, drawing closer. Then it was on my clit, ripping me back to the surface. Gasping, I tried to move away, but William stopped me with his grip on my hip.

‘Shit,’ I wailed. This was so overwhelming that it bordered on torture. Already, I was climbing again.

‘Count, Cara,’ William commanded, his brows furrowed as he stared into my eyes.

‘One,’ I moaned. Above the static noise of the vibrator, I heard my own erratic breaths.

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