Page 91 of Hawthorne

“Little Milla,”his growl cuts off my hiss. “Did he ever make you feel like I do?”

When I look away, his hips press against mine, locking me against the wall, and the other hand that was holding me there travels to my jaw, forcing me to look at him once again.

“Answer me,” he orders.

“Is this what you came here for?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” he grumbles, pressing his forehead against mine. “My temper’s long off the wagon. Donottest me.”

“Are you afraid your cock isn’t the only thing getting me off?” I hiss, angry.

He chuckles darkly, and his hand slides from the back of my neck to the front, squeezing the sides.

“Did he make your heart race this fast?” I skip a breath when the hand that had been grabbing my jaw now travels lower, the pads of his fingers gliding passed the top of my boobs before continuing its journey south.

“Did he make you shiver as much as I do?” He bends his head to kiss the spot right above my heart, and as if he had commanded it, I shiver in response to his touch.

“Did he make your thighs clench as hard as I do?” His nose skims my left shoulder before he bites it at the edge, and I swear my knees buckle, but the pressure of his hips against mine keeps me secured in place.

“Did he make your legs buckle this fast?” I gasp when that wandering hand reaches my thigh and starts travelling north again, bringing the edge of the dress up with it.

“Vincent,” I try to call him in a warning, but it comes out sounding like more of a moan. Still, I trap his hand in my clenched thighs as I desperately try to stay in control of the situation.

“Did he make you come as fast as I do?”

The thin layer of my flowy dress is bunched up on my lower belly, leaving me completely exposed to him. His calloused hand easily frees from my hold and keeps skimming up until it finds the apex of my thighs, caressing my mound through the underwear. My legs buckle, just as he predicted, but his other arm wraps around my waist before I can fall.

My panties are moved to the side just as two fingers slowly trace the line of my slit. It tickles slightly, and I bask in the soft sensation of his touch.

To hell with the voice of reason!

“Oh,” I moan, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and holding on as tight as I can.

This man knows my body like no other, knowing just the right spots to bend me to his will.

“Vincent…”

“That’s right,” he growls just as one finger enters me. “It’s me, isn’t it? I am the only one who can make you feel like this! I am the only one you can think of. And it’s only my name you call when it matters the most. It’s only me, isn’t it?”

The clarity that the anger was keeping just a few minutes ago is completely gone, overruled by the fog of lust. His fingers keep their slow-paced assault while I mindlessly nod in response to his words. It doesn’t matter how much he doesn’t deserve an answer from me. Every word he’s muttering against my skin is true.

“Words,little Milla. Or I’ll stop.”

“It’s you,” I pant. “Only you.”

There’s a low, grumbling sound coming deep from his chest. It’s animal-like, manly andoh-so sexy. His hand speeds up, chasing my high relentlessly.

Inside this dark room, the sounds from outside are drowned by our own. Our pants, moans, and groans are deafening. The rustling of the clothes, the grazing of skin, and the frenetic hands clawing at each other are all-consuming. An unusual balance where he’s not taking for himself but giving me so much at the same time.

“You drive me crazy, darling,” Vincent groans just before kissing me hard.

His hand keeps working me up. Three fingers are continuously coming in and out while his thumb sporadically circles my clit, bringing me closer and closer to heaven.

“Oh, god. I’m–”

“Come,little Milla.”His hand grabs my throat just as he forces me to look into his eyes. “Come all over my hand and moan my name. Show me how good I make you feel!”

My eyes roll back, and my mouth slacks just as the pressure at the bottom of my stomach explodes, releasing euphoria all over. I contract around his hand several times as I chant his name like a prayer.

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