Page 52 of The Opposite Effect

She drags her eyes away from the lower half of my body when I take a step toward her. “Your turn,” I mutter, my voice laced with smugness, proud as a peacock about her slack-jawed reaction. “Wait,” I instruct when her hands move to the hem of her dress. “I want to undress you.”

Her eyes brighten with anticipation before she nods. The tips of my fingers float over the skin high on her thighs when I move them to grip the hem of her dress. My movements are hurried since I’m more than eager to see the skin after its scent kept me awake half the night.

A rich floral aroma floats into the air when I whip off her dress in one quick motion. Discarding it to the floor next to my jeans, I rake my eyes up Clara’s body, gliding them past the velvety smoothness of her cock-teasing legs, over the flat planes of her stomach, and across the generous swell of her breasts. Her perfect body sends a jolting spasm straight to my balls.

“Fucking beautiful,” I mutter more to myself than Clara.

My devoted gaze over her body only stops when I catch sight of her lust-riddled eyes. The unidentifiable glint her eyes were wearing earlier has been replaced with a gleam I know all too well. It’s the shimmer of a woman preparing to be claimed. Taken. Utterly consumed.

And I know just the man to do it.

Now I just need to work out where to begin.

Should I start at her heaving breasts that are thrusting up and down with every breath she takes? Or at the glistening slit her sheer panties barely cover. If we weren’t in the confines of a bathroom, I would have started with her pretty littlemouth. Considering its fiery tongue was the main reason for my cock’s extended stint of abstinence, it has a lot of making up to do.

When Clara drops her eyes to my lengthened rod and licks her lips, I wonder if she can read my thoughts.

“Although I’d love nothing more than to have your lips wrapped around my cock, that’s not happening.”

Her eyes rocket to mine as her face fills with confusion. “Why not?”

When I drift my gaze around the bathroom, her eyes track mine.

“Do you see a suitable location to host such an event?”

Clara’s eyes instantly stop floating around the room and snap down to the tiled floor at my feet.

Ignoring my twitching cock, I shake my head. “Nope. Not happening.”

Her eyes dart back to mine. The shocked expression on her face has increased tenfold.

“Princesses don’t kneel for anyone,” I mutter, answering the silent question her eyes are relaying. “When you suck my cock, it won’t be while you’re on your knees.”

My balls tighten when a soft moan ripples from her mouth. She looks both shell-shocked by my admission and turned on. Her astonishment is about to increase.

“Beasts, on the other hand…” Her breathing turns excited when I fall to my knees in front of her. “They have no problems kneeling before princesses.”

She stares down at me with her mouth hanging wide and the scent of her arousal lingering in the air. Other than her rapid breaths, she stays quiet, which makes me even harder. It’s not every day a mere man can silence a fire-breathing princess.

“Do something,” Clara eventually mutters when the stint of silence stretching between us becomes too great for her to ignore.

“I will when you tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” she immediately replies, her voice husky and ball-tingling sweet.

I don’t have a chance in hell of holding in my smug smirk, so I just let it go. “You’re going to need to be more specific than that.”

“Why? Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing, Brax. I had the unfortunate displeasure of witnessing your abilities first-hand. I can assure you that you’ve got this covered.” Her brows scrunch together as a deadpan look slips over her face. “Please don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who act all macho until they step into the bedroom.”

The smirk on my face morphs into a full-toothed smile. Not only has the silky softness of her voice been replaced with the tone she regularly uses, but the fiery spark that makes my cock ache is beaming from her narrowed gaze.

There’s a brief flicker of the feisty temptress my cock is infatuated with.

If I weren’t loving her renewed feistiness, I wouldn’t hesitate to assure her my handing over of the reins is a one-time-only deal. But not wanting to snuff the impish gleam her eyes lost last night, I keep my mouth shut.

I lean back until my backside is resting on the balls of my feet before lifting my eyes to Clara. “Were you told what to do your entire life? How to sit, eat, act?”

She balks as her pupils widen, confirming my suspicion.

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