Page 25 of Sensual Games

This was the ultimate game, and he didn’t believe in following the rules.

“My ego is big, but it’s not nearly as big as my dick, Poison. You know all about that.” Still stroking that ultrasensitive patch of skin, he leaned in, his breath hitting my face and smelling like whiskey. That, plus his insanely sexy, leathery cologne, was hot enough to melt any last lingering resistance. “Now don’t tell me you can look at this big bed and not imagine putting it to good use. And I’m not talking about sleep.”

“You’re not playing fair.”

“Who said I was trying to?” His dark, dangerous eyes landed on my mouth. Silently questioning, telling me what he wanted to do next.

Were we doing this? Did we ever have a choice?

All it took was me biting ever so slightly on my bottom lip to make him lunge forward, his mouth meeting mine a second before his hand cupped the back of my neck.

Fireworks. They exploded in my head, every color of the rainbow, filling my body with searing heat. If this was all wrong, why did it feel so good?

It was better than before. The same intense lust flared up between us, but there was urgency now. Like we were both back where we wanted to be after too long holding back and couldn’t wait. It was enough to make me forget the resentment, the bitterness, everything but this.

His soft grunts and the slow stroking of his tongue against mine were incredible but not nearly as good as the feel of his hands on my legs, sliding the dress up to my hips, pushing my knees apart. Yes, this, more of this. Now that it was happening, I wanted everything, all of him.

I dropped back onto the bed, my hands sliding over the silk duvet as I lifted my head while he slowly and reverently slid my panties down my thighs, then over my knees. The scrap of black lace hit the floor before he draped my legs over his shoulders.

We exchanged one brief glance then he began kissing his way up the sides of my thighs, using his tongue to trace slow, sensual circles over my skin. By the time he reached my shaved mound, I was practically lifting my hips, offering myself to him.

He growled, the scruff of his cheeks chafing my thighs. “I’ve missed this pretty pussy.” His tongue slid up the length of my swollen slit, and I almost howled. I was already so close, like a coiled spring ready to pop. All it took was a few laps of that skillful tongue to push me over the edge.

Even I couldn’t believe it, laughing between helpless moans. Lucian seemed to take it as a challenge, working to keep me hovering in that blissed-out place, practically devouring me like an animal as he claimed every inch of my pussy for himself.

And I wanted him to. Taking the back of his head in my hand, I pulled him closer, demanding more. His deep, throaty chuckle sent delicious vibrations racing through me while the tension in my core built again. He worked his fingers inside me, stretching me while flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Yes, just like that,” I pleaded in a whisper, panting for air, my body straining. “Don’t stop. So close.Don’t stop…” A violent sob tore its way from me when the wave broke, submerging me in peaceful darkness for a few moments. It rocked my body and soul, shockwaves rolling through me, the sensations going on and on. How did he do this to me? How was it so good?

I barely noticed him standing or heard his belt and zipper. My eyes opened in time to see his pants drop to the floor, then his boxer briefs along with them. The sight of his rigid, swaying cock was almost enough to scare me until I remembered taking him before. More than once.

There was a foil packet in his hand, and I sat up quickly and lowered the zipper on the side of my dress while he unrolled the latex down his shaft. He groaned once the dress was off, and I unclasped my bra, letting it fall away from my breasts. “Fuck, Poison. I only thought I remembered how perfect you are,” he told me, eyes glued to my body.

A body that hummed under his gaze as I worked my way farther back on the bed. He followed, crawling up the length of my body. I caught his mouth with mine and kissed him while unbuttoning his shirt. Once it was open, I slid it over his shoulders and down his arms, then feasted on the feel of his chiseled muscles. How did I think I could work with him and never touch him again? It all seemed so pointless now, trying to keep away from him.

“You ready for this?” My eyes flew open wide when the head of his cock dragged through my slit, teasing my clit a little before moving back down to my entrance. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want this,” I whispered, moving my hips, trying to pull him inside me.

“How much?” he asked, teeth gritted like he was barely holding on.

I locked my legs around his hips and drew him closer. “With all of me. I need you with all of me. Please, Lucian…” I begged, straining upward.

He didn’t hesitate, plunging deep inside me without warning, filling me the way only he could. My nails sank into his shoulders, but it was so good and even better when he pulled back to push forward again. There was no taking it slow and easy, not that I wanted to. I wanted him to take me back to the wild place we had found together, where he unlocked part of me I didn’t know existed until that night. Something dark and primal.

“You’re so good…” he grunted close to my ear, breathing faster with every stroke. “So tight. I’m going to need you to be a good girl for me.”

One of his hands traveled down my side, fingers digging into my hip before he drove himself deep again. I whimpered in his ear, lost in pleasure. “Yes!”

“You’re going to cream on my cock, Poison.” He rolled his hips, and I gasped, clutching him closer, moving my hips in time with his. Close, so close, but I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want it to ever end.

But it would have to. I didn’t have a choice. My body was following its own rules, working for release. “Come for me,now,” he rasped, barely holding on himself, losing his rhythm and pounding me wildly, making me scream until I had to press my mouth to his shoulder as I shattered in his arms.

He shuddered on top of me before pulling out and rolling away. All I could do was lie there, limp, drained. And relieved.

God, I needed that.

My next conscious thought?

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