Page 75 of Golden Burn

“You can punish me if you like?” I whisper, my body heating at the sentiment. I drag his warm fingers up the inside of my thigh, past the bottom of my dress, right to the apex. My thong is a flimsy piece of material and already starting to soften with moisture. My previous animosity toward him disappears as the urge to claim him takes center stage.

For what seems like an eternity, his fingers remain unmoving, poised on my feverish skin. He steers the car in the backstreets of Rome, slowing down to blend in, stretching time like toffee.

The leather at my back, under my legs, becomes hot and stifling. My thighs tremble with the prospect of him exploring me like he did in Africa, touching my naked skin. I’m hurt and tired and scared, but in this car, sitting next to Odin, his palm rough, his gaze intense, I forget about it all. I surrender to this moment, to this excruciating desire. To him.

These past few days I’ve come too close to danger, both because of my own misjudgement and because of forces outside of my control. If this wedding goes up in flames, then at least I got to live a little before it happened.

I let myself give in, pulling Odin’s hand higher until his fingers touch the most sensitive part of me.

And just when I think he’s not going to do anything but tempt me, Odin’s voice rumbles through my chest. “My patience is obsolete. I won’t be gentle. You don’t deserve it after the stress you have caused me.” My breath hitches as he skims my underwear, a touch both light and intense. “Spread your legs wider, sweetheart. Let me in.”

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Etta

‘For Your Eyes Only’ - Cashmere Cat

My arms flail, reaching for something to hold on to. My left finds purchase on the car door, while my right grabs onto his forearm, my hips spasming from the contact of his fingers. Odin maintains his control of the car, not even looking at me, which makes it all the more sexy when he starts yanking at my underwear, pulling it aside.

My legs fall open, giving him the access he seeks. He finds my clit first, stroking it with his middle finger with an expertise I can’t fathom. A moan spills from my mouth at the same time he releases a satisfied hum. The combination of sounds makes all of my organs sparkle.

My eyes flutter as he circles my tender flesh, and I lose track of where I am and where we are going and what I just endured. All that matters is Odin’s touch and the indescribable pleasure he is giving me.

I can already feel my impending orgasm building. We’ve been playing with fire for so long, I’m ready to combust in under a minute.Odin must sense this, because he stops playing with my clit and begins roaming, his fingers seeking entrance.

I whine, lifting my hips till I’m almost hanging off the seat, begging for him to do it.

He dips his middle finger inside of me, barely to the knuckle. “Yes,” I breathe, wishing he’d just do it. I want it rough—hard and raw. I want to scream and beg and feel him deep inside of me.

He removes his hand suddenly and I yelp, my jaw clenching in frustration.

Odin smirks, his delicious dimples setting my pulse to a gallop, but before he places his hand back on the steering wheel, he puts the finger that was barely inside of me onto his tongue and sucks it clean.

I stare in wonder, in shock. I have never, ever been this desperate for someone in my entire life. Ithurtshow much I need him to make me come.

“I’ve decided I don’t like being punished,” I growl. I’m becoming something feral, something animalistic.

Odin laughs. “Etta, I’ve barely begun.”

“Fine.” I adjust my hips and bring my hand to my clit, my fingers quickly becoming slick with my own desire as I start to stroke myself.

Odin watches me for a half a second, his eye darkening to the color of freshly formed volcanic rock. He wants me. He wants me so badly. The same flame that flickers inside of me, burns inside of him. Hot and intense and overwhelming. He’s resisting far better than I ever could.

I sigh and moan as I touch myself in the car, my stilettos braced on the dashboard. Luckily, these windows are darker than midnight, otherwise I would not be anywhere near as boisterous as I am now.

Odin continues driving, his focus constantly flicking to watch me. The feeling of his gaze roaming my body is driving me wild. If he were to be the only man to ever look at me again, I would be forever content.

I quicken my pace, widen the circle, increase the pressure. I’m about to come. I’m hovering on the precipice. The pleasure is so sweet, so delicious. I’m going to shatter and melt all at once.

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

Odin grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away. “No!” I roar at him, the sound so unlike me. I expect him to be surprised, but he does not balk. No, he looks pleased. Fucking delighted.

He keeps a tight hold of me, smirks again, then turns to face his window. He presses the button, winding down the electronic window to reveal a man dressed in all black, an eye piece tucked into his ear. I try to sit up and close my legs as fast as I can. Odin stops the window’s descent after a second or two, concealing my body on the other side of him.

“No one enters until we exit the car,” Odin demands.

“Yes, sir,” he replies and turns back to facing the street. It’s our hired security. We must be back at the hotel.

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