Page 88 of Gothikana

‘You’re staring,’ she told him without turning, just seeing his reflection, her pulse fluttering in her neck.

He tilted his head to the side in a move that was so him, considering her. ‘I like watching you.’

She shifted to the side and wondered how he could even see her in the sparse moonlight. ‘You’re the one keeping an eye on me, Mr Deverell. And yet, I see you better.’

‘Do you now?’ he enquired, taking a step closer to her. ‘And what do you see?’

‘An enigma,’ she told him, playing with him as he played with her, knowing this game would only end in one way and delighting in it. ‘My enigma. Your eyes have danger in them.’

‘And your eyes still have hunger.’ His deep, gravel voice cut through the space between them harshly. ‘Tell me, do you need me to satisfy you more?’

Corvina felt the echo of his words vibrate somewhere deep inside her. He saw her, truly saw her, her ravenous being laid bare in front of him. Chest heaving, she pressed her hand to the window and stared out at the moon, her other hand fisting her skirt. She felt his body heat behind her, felt him stop at her back, and her breathing got loud.

He stayed at her back, not entirely pressing into her but so verythereher back felt on fire. His arms came to the window on either side of her, caging her in, and her nipples hardened. She saw his fingers, long, beautiful fingers tapering to neat nails, his hands large and capable, a light dusting of dark hair on the back, knowing what those felt like cupping her breasts when they were heavy, plucking her nipples, twisting them, giving her a bite of pain before soothing them. She swayedslightly, the headiness of the images and his warm, musky scent enveloping her in a cocoon where only the two of them existed.

‘Did you enjoy the crowd that day?’ he asked, his voice like smoke that thickened the air between them. ‘Did it give you a thrill knowing they didn’t know?’

He knew her too well.

‘Answer me,’ he commanded.

‘Yes,’ she replied honestly, her ribs expanding with each breath.

‘And does it give you a thrill knowing that anyone could look up from the path and see you pressed into the glass?’ She heard his whisper into her right ear, his hot breath warming her skin.

‘I—’ She started to speak and felt his nose touch her lobe, her words turning into a moan.

‘Pressed into the glass, being fucked by the devil at your back?’ He breathed again. ‘Does it thrill you?’

She nodded.

‘Good girl,’ he praised her. ‘Did you wear this for me?’ he asked, toying with the strap of her lace gown.

‘I like wearing these to sleep.’ She whimpered as his tongue licked her hickey, taking the strap down her shoulder, exposing one breast to the glass.

She’d never been so turned on in her life as she was right then.

He took her hair in one hand, pulling it, making that delicious tingle scatter through her scalp, down her neck, right to her nipples, pebbling them against the cold glass, the sensation making her moan.

‘Quiet,’ he ordered. ‘My mouth or my cock?’

Her head fell back. ‘Both.’

‘Greedy girl.’ He sounded amused, his fingers finding her drenched folds. ‘So wet for me. Choose one, mouth or cock?’

A flush crept up her neck at knowing she had to verbally use a dirty word. She’d never used them before, even with him, and it felt weird even though she loved hearing him say it. ‘You.’

‘Me what?’

‘Option B.’

He chuckled. ‘You have to say it, little crow.’

God, he was frustrating. She inhaled. ‘Your… cock.’

‘And where do you want it?’

‘Inside me.’

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