Page 7 of Promise Me Forever

“I need both of you to consent, mi rosa, because this isn’t going to be a night that either of you will forget. Scarlet might have given you the courage to make it this far, but it’s Amelia I’m going to be fucking. It’s Amelia who will be screaming for more.”

My eyes shoot wide open at his dirty talk, and my hips rub closer to him. “I want this. I’m sure.”

As soon as the last word has left my mouth, he seals his lips over mine and flicks his tongue over the seam of my lips until I welcome him inside. He tastes of whisky and heat, and I want so much more. It feels like we’ve been building up to this first kiss all night, and now I’m desperate for him.

I moan into his mouth, and his fingers dig into my ass cheeks, pulling my body closer to his so his hard length is pressed against my stomach. Wow, he’s…impressive. Terrifying, in fact.

My hands burrow into his thick hair, and I pull him deeper into our kiss. He groans, his hand sliding to my back and searching for the zipper of my strapless dress. He finds it and slowly tugs it down, then lets my dress fall into a pool of fabric at my feet. It came with a built-in corset, which means I’m now standing here in only my panties. My nipples harden as he stares at me, and I fight the urge to cover myself. I didn’t come here to hide. I came here to experience something new. Something amazing.

He takes a step back and looks me up and down, his eyes roaming over my body like he owns it. His appreciative growl makes me blush. I know I’m not disgusting, but I’m also not a supermodel. I carry a little extra in the places most women do, and Chad is the only man to have ever seen me naked before. In the end, he decided that I wasn’t enough for him, and I didn’t realize how much that affected me until now.

“You are fucking beautiful, Scarlet,” he says, taking in my slight shudder. “I can’t wait to claim every inch of you.”

He guides me into the bedroom and gathers me up in his arms. I slide my hands to his chest and start to unfasten the buttons on his shirt, desperate to see more of what lies underneath. I don’t make much progress because he scoops me up and lays me down on the enormous bed, then stands over me, his eyes full of fire and passion. I never thought I could make a man feel like that, and the knowledge empowers me. I trail my fingers between my breasts, keeping my gaze locked on his.

He growls again, the predatory sound making me even more needy. I expect him to start undressing, but he crawls on top of me instead, still fully clothed. His lips claim mine in another kiss before he gently catches my bottom lip between his teeth. I moan as he trails his mouth lower and lower, planting soft, delicious touches along my neck and throat, working his way to my breasts. He holds himself up on one powerful forearm, admiring the sight of my body. “So fucking beautiful… I’ve been wanting to do this to you all damn night.”

He sucks one of my already hard nipples into his mouth. His tongue licks and flicks the pebbled flesh, and I feel a rush of wet heat between my thighs. His hand slides to my panties, and one finger strokes along my folds, the soft fabric already soaked.

My pleasure-filled moans are loud and wanton as he continues sucking my nipple, his hand edging its way inside my underwear. He groans against my skin and slides his fingers through my slickness, quickly finding my swollen clit and massaging it. I whimper beneath him, flooded with pleasurable sensations. His name is a sigh on my lips, and he pauses and pulls his mouth away from my breast, his dark eyes aflame.

“When I make you come, I want to hear you cry out my real name. Drake.”

I nod, so wild with need that I don’t care who he is. I only care about the way he’s making me feel.

“Drake…” My back arches as he slides a finger inside me, skimming my clit with his thumb.

“You’re fucking soaked, and I’ve barely even touched you yet,” he growls.

This has never happened to me before. Embarrassment and shame wash over me. I should be more in control. I shouldn’t just be lying here while he plays with me, helpless beneath his touch.

“No need to be shy about it, mi rosa. I love how wet you are, and the feeling is entirely mutual. My cock is so hard, I might come while I’m eating your pussy.”

The dirty talk has me melting like chocolate in the sun, but it also provokes a moment of uncertainty. When I find my voice, it’s most definitely Amelia speaking, not Scarlet. “Y-you’re going to do that? Even though we’ve only just met? I mean, I haven’t showered.”

“Why would I give a single fuck about that? I already know you’re going to taste amazing. Eating pussy is my favorite part of sex. I can’t wait to feel you come on my face.”

I swallow nervously. “Okay. If that’s what you want to do…”

How do I tell him that my ex-husband gave me such a complex about oral sex that I feel awkward and embarrassed? Again, I am so out of my depth with this man.

“If it’s what I want to do?” Drake repeats as he looks up at me, concern flashing across his face. “This is about what you want too, Amelia. Do you want me to eat your pussy until you scream my name?”

Oh god. When he says it like that, it seems insane to refuse—but still, there is a part of me that’s too self-conscious to let go. “I’m just not very experienced in that area, that’s all. My ex… he didn’t really like to. What if there’s something wrong with me?”

“Scarlet,” he says, sounding annoyed, “your ex was an asshole. I don’t know why he left you feeling like this, but he was wrong. I can already smell your sweet pussy, and I can guarantee you it’s going to taste fucking delicious. But if you don’t want me to, it’s not a problem.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to. It’s just that I don’t know why you want to. I mean, we hardly know each other.”

He grins at me wickedly. “Well, let’s see what we can do to change that, shall we?” He tugs my panties down and off my ankles, then gives his full attention to the space between my legs. He slides his hands up my inner thighs, then runs a finger through my folds. I moan as he slips a finger inside my opening, brushing my tingling clit with his thumb each time he thrusts in and out. His movements are perfection, building a steady pressure that chases all rational thought from my mind. When he stops, I feel like crying with disappointment. He licks each of his fingers clean, making a meal of it.

“There,” he says, smiling at my reaction. “I’ve been inside you and I’ve tasted you. As predicted, fucking delicious. I’d say we know each other pretty well now, wouldn’t you?”

He is still fully dressed while I’m now completely naked, but the look in his eyes leaves me in no doubt that he wants me. That he’s hungry for me.

“Okay,” I finally say.

“Okay what? I want your words, mi rosa.”

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