Page 105 of The Forbidden Trio

She wished he would use his mouth on her, put his fingers inside her. It was killing her that he didn’t do it. She was panting, moaning, arching into his hand.

“Still, Aster,” he ordered.

She tried—she really did. But it was impossible.

Suddenly, he shoved his fingers inside her, and her sex clenched hard.

“Don’t do it. Don’t you come until I tell you to.”

“Oh…”

“Do you like that? When I fuck you with my hand? Would you like it more if I do this?”

He plunged in hard and fast, angling his fingers to hit her g-spot, thrusting and thrusting roughly until she knew she couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Can you squirt for me, baby? Come on.”

She let it all go, squirting and coming, the spasms of pleasure deep in her belly, deep inside her.

“Ah, God! Fuck… fuck…”

He kept pumping inside her, and before the first wave subsided, it started again. She felt the warm liquid gush between her thighs. Then he lowered his head to lick her, to suck on her clit, and she tried to hold back for as long as she could, but his clever tongue undid her. The next wave was so intense she could only scream and come, come and scream, until she was nothing but sensation.

When he pulled his mouth and his hand from her, she was nearly sobbing with pleasure. He sat her upright and made her drink some water, then laid her back down and started all over again, torturing her breasts, kissing her, his tongue driving into her mouth, holding her body down with strong hands, then using his body to press hers into the bed. Desire spiraled, taking her higher and higher as he kissed her throat, then moved lower to kiss and lick and bite her nipples.

When he raised his head to gaze into her eyes, she saw desire there and emotion. And she knew what was about to happen.

His hand came down over her mouth, and panic instantly filled her.

“Shh,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. Focus on the good feelings, baby.”

She realized she could breathe through her nose, but it was still so damn scary. She could no longer remember the pleasure she’d felt only moments before. All she could feel was the memory, merging into the now. It was too damn much. And when his hand shifted to cover her nose, cutting off her air, the fear built inside her, like a heated, screaming fury. She couldn’t stand it.

He said quietly, “You know I love you, Aster.”

No!

She bit into his hand and shoved him off her, sitting bolt upright, filled with rage as tears poured down her cheeks.

“No! God damn it, Max.”

He sat, stunned, as she jumped off the bed, ran to find her clothing, somehow getting dressed with half-numb fingers.

“Aster. Come on, baby.” He got to his feet, starting toward her. “We’ll stop. Let me help bring you down.”

“Don’t come any closer. Don’t you do it,” she warned.

The anger suffusing her was completely unreasonable, and she knew it. It wasn’t his fault. Except it was. How could he tell her he loved her? It was too much. Too much to hope for. Too much to count on. Too damn important. How could she know he meant those words in the way sheneededhim to? Especially in that moment, when the past had come hurtling back to haunt her. Her head was spinning.

He put both hands up in surrender. “It’s okay, baby. You’re alright. Let’s calm down, okay? Let’s go sit on the couch.”

“I can’t. I can’t calm down. I have to go.”

“You can’t go like this.”

“Watch me,” she snarled as she turned toward the elevator, grabbing her small purse from the foyer table.

What am I doing?

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