Page 35 of Drama Queen

I think I must have stunned him with my words, because he just stares at me for a moment. I’m just about to die of mortification at his reaction, but the next second he blinks, and when his eyes open, there is nothing but pure, molten heat there. His gaze has practically turned predatory as he bends down a little, grabbing the backs of my knees in his hands and hoisting me up.

My legs wrap around his waist on autopilot, his lips crashing into mine a second later. Putting one hand under my ass to hold me up, he uses the other to close the back door, walking us slowly into the house.

Anders passes by the dining table and is heading to the lounge, or maybe the stairs to his bedroom on the next level, when I pull back from his mouth suddenly.

“There,” I say, using my head to gesture back towards the dining table. “I haven’t been able to think of anything but you bending me over that table for weeks.”

His pupils dilate further so his eyes look practically pitch black, and I know I have him, but he doesn’t move. I wriggle a little to get him to put me down, but his arms don’t budge.

“I will not have your first time being bent over a dining table and fucked like an animal, princess.” His use of my mum’s childhood nickname for me causes my eyebrows to furrow, but he must take it as displeasure at his refusal. “But I am willing to compromise,” he coos gently.

Walking us back to the table, he lets my legs drop to the floor. Bending down, he frames my face in his hands and looks me dead in the eye.

“You’re right to be offended. You are no princess. You are a queen who deserves to be worshipped. So, get up on that table, Your Majesty, because I am going to devour you.”

I’m pretty sure I just came a little at his demand.

Eleven

I nervously turnand look at the dining table, head tilted. How the hell do I get up there in a sexy way? I don’t think climbing up, ass in the air, is going to be as hot as I’m hoping for. Surely, I’m overthinking this.

I yelp as Anders’s hands grab my waist, turning me back around to face him, and hoist me up so I am sitting on the edge of the table. That’ll work.

His kisses are softer, more of an exploration than they have been previously. His tongue slides gently against mine in long strokes. I like it.

He steps into me, and I open my legs to let him even closer. His hands cup my face, holding my head steady while he slowly moulds his body to mine. We line up perfectly, and I can feel his hard length press against my core.

His hands trace a slow trail down my neck, over my shoulders, down my arms and back to my hips, where he pulls me even closer, rocking into me. I moan into his mouth, unable to stop the noise from coming out.

My eyes drift closed as my other senses are overwhelmed. He kisses his way down my jaw to my neck, nuzzling in thatspot behind my ear, making me squirm. He moans in response to the movement and grinds into me. My body is on fire. There is nothing outside of his scent, his hands, his lips, and that pressure right where I want it. But it isn’t enough. I need more.

Emboldened, I move my hands backwards on the table, which makes my back arch a little, and I wrap my legs around his hips to give me even more friction as he pushes into me again. My breath hitches in time with his circling hips, and his mouth comes back to mine as he moans.

I grab for his shirt and start undoing the buttons. My shaking hands make me fumble. He chuckles into my mouth, and I can feel his smile against my lips.

“Allow me,” he says, pulling his torso back a little, but he keeps his hips against mine. His eyes never leave my face as he undoes the buttons on his shirt, then peels it off and drops it to the floor. He lets me look my fill with a smirk on his face. Seriously, people don’t actually have abs like that, they must be airbrushed. “Keep looking at me like I am your favourite lollipop, and this is not going to last as long as I want it to.”

My eyes snap to his, and I can feel my face heat at his words. “Okay,” I whisper huskily, but I can’t help my tongue from darting out to lick my lips at the thought of enjoying him like a lollipop.

I grab the bottom of my tank top and lift it over my head. He takes in a sharp breath as his eyes zero in on my now uncovered torso and the generous swell of my breasts above my bra. It’s clear I’m not the only one affected, and I need his skin on mine.

Using my legs, I pull Anders back into me, grab his face with both hands, and crush my mouth to his. He doesn’t laugh at my eagerness this time, matching my urgency with his own. His skin is cool against my heated flesh, but there are still too many layers between us.

I reach behind me and undo my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms. His head lifts from mine, but his eyes go straight to my chest.

“May I?” he asks, eyes finding mine. I nod, words escaping me. “I need your words, Aria,” he growls. Actually fucking growls.

And I melt.

“Yes, Anders. Please touch me.”

He takes a step back from me, and I think I have said the wrong thing for a moment, but he bends down, bringing his face right to my chest.

My chest rises and falls rapidly in time with my breaths as he flicks my nipple with his tongue a couple of times. Then he latches on and sucks deeply, taking a good portion of my breast into his mouth and sending a bolt of lightning straight to my clit. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer as my back arches, bringing his other hand up to cup my breast. I want to keep watching what he’s doing with his skilled mouth, but my head lolls back and my eyes roll at the feeling.

I try to grind my core against him, but his length is gone, and I can’t get the friction I need.

“Easy,” he says, placing a gentle kiss between my breasts as he lowers my back onto the cool surface. “I know what you need.”

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