Page 19 of Beautiful Cruelty

"How would you do it?" The words slip out before I can stop them, breathy and eager. "Taste me, I mean."

"I'd start with your neck." His breath tickles my ear. "Right here." His thumb traces a spot just below my jaw that makes me shiver. "Then work my way down. Slowly. Until you're begging."

My breath catches. The world spins a little, and I grip his shoulder tighter to steady myself. "I don't beg."

"Is that a challenge,zvyozdochka?" The certainty in his voice makes my knees weak. "I promise that you'll bepleadingfor release before I'm done savoring your neck."

Images flash through my mind—his mouth trailing down my body, his hands pinning my wrists above my head while I arch beneath him. The weight of him pushing me into the mattress as he kisses his way along my body. The ease with which his big powerful hands part my legs. The searing heat of his breath against my soaking wet pussy.

"Your heart's racing," he murmurs, and I realize he can probably feel my pulse thundering against his palm. "Are you thinking about how I'd taste you?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Tell me. Be specific."

Heat floods my face. "I'm imagining your mouth along my body. Your hands pinning me underneath you. And then you kissing your way down, spreading my legs, and eating me out until..." I bite my lip, unable to finish.

"Until you what?" His fingers press into my lower back, drawing me closer until there's barely space between us. "Say it."

"Until I come," I whisper, and feel him smile against my ear.

"Good girl."

Those two words send liquid fire straight to my core. I press my thighs together, trying to ease the ache building between them. His hand slides lower, stopping just above the curve of my ass, and I have to bite back a moan.

I shiver as his hand tightens on my back. My body tingles everywhere he touches, and my heart races at the promise in his motion. His scent—spicy and masculine—fills my nose until I'm dizzy with wanting him.

"What else would you do?" I ask.

"Let me show you."

"Oh!" The word tumbles from my throat as his thigh slides between my legs. My thighs clench reflexively, and all thoughts evaporate from my mind.

Get it together, Lacey.But it's hard to think straight when he's holding me like this, when his voice is doing sinful things to my insides. When all I can think about is how his hands would feel peeling away my cheap uniform, and how his lips would taste against mine.

"You're trembling," he murmurs.

"It's cold." The lie falls flat even to my own ears.

His low chuckle vibrates through me. "Is that why your cheeks are so flushed? Because you're cold?"

I bite my lip, trying to steady my racing pulse. But then his palm traces along my lower back, guiding me along his thigh until I'm riding the thick bands of muscle. Electricity shoots straight to my core, and my breath catches as memories of last night flood back.

I felt so bold sending that photo, imagining him seeing me spread open and wanting.

Now that here I am in his arms, and all that boldness has turned into desperate need.

I need his hands on me. His mouth against mine. His cock stretching me out as he fills me up.

Oh god.

"Tell me,zvyozdochka." His hand slides lower and gives my ass a squeeze that sends a fresh burst of wetness surging between my legs. "Did you come last night while you were thinking about me?"

"Yes…" I whimper.

"Was it enough?"

The warmth of his body against mine makes it impossible for me to think. Every brush of his thigh sends sparks dancing up my spine, and I can barely string two thoughts together.

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