Page 61 of His Rules

Using a single finger, he twirled it as a command and I turned in a circle once again. His whistle caused another shiver to curl down my spine. I couldn’t believe I was shaking. We’d been intimate before, but this was entirely different. This was much more personal. Stars continued to float in front of my eyes and when he took a single step closer, I found myself backing up until I ran into the piano.

His lips curled and he stopped only a couple of feet in front of me, unfastening his belt. I was mesmerized by the action, studying his long fingers as he tugged the loop from the brass. Taking his sweet time, he pulled the thick leather from each loop, his magnificent eyes boring into mine the entire time.

I shifted back and forth from foot to foot, the anticipation and excitement tearing through me like rocket fuel.

He closed the distance and I was certain he was going to use the belt on my behind. Instead, he kept the sly smirk as he folded and placed the strap onto the piano. With his index finger, he rolled the tip down from my forehead to the bridge of my nose, circling my lips before tracing my jaw from one side to the other.

“You are truly magnificent. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

I had no idea what to say to him, but I felt beautiful, more so than I had for a very long time. He looked at me as if he could devour me and I was in awe of his powerful hold over me. He could do anything he wanted and I’d beg for more.

He knew it too. I could tell by the darkness in his eyes.

Very little about this man surprised me, but the level of passion he carried was explosive. I craved experiencing all of it.

“All mine,” he breathed before brushing the tip between my breasts. He followed his trail with his eyes until he flicked his finger across one nipple. My single moan caused him to lift his head, the smile even more exciting than before.

I was locked into the moment, unable to move or breathe. He had full control over me. Every movement methodical, he rolled the tip around my other areola before pinching my hardened bud. The pain was instant, my heart rate increasing. He twisted my nipple before releasing, his expression showing he was pleased with tormenting me.

The bastard.

Two could play at that game.

Sebastian cupped both breasts, his fingers flexed open as he squeezed. The pressure was surreal and my legs were wobbling. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I could barely focus. I could barely think. He wanted me like putty in his hands and that’s exactly what I was.

Clay to mold into anything he wanted to create.

I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip, which brought another primal growl rushing up from his throat.

“Be careful, my diamond in the rough. I do bite.”

“So do I.”

His laugh was deep, almost demonic. He just thought I had no control. As he lowered his head, I took a deep breath, spreading my arms across the piano and tossing back my head. As I staredat the ceiling, the feeling of his mouth as he sucked my nipple almost brought me to my knees.

The sensations were sensual, creating a haze around my head. It was a glorious moment as vibrations danced down every inch of my body. I wanted to laugh and moan at the same time, settling for a strangled whimper.

He ran the fingers of both hands along the sides of my legs, crawling them up very slowly. When he lifted me off the floor, placing me on top of the piano, I slammed my fists down on the surface, trying desperately to figure out what he was doing.

With tender actions, he slipped his fingers underneath the elastic of my thong, drifting them down my legs as if the man had developed patience.

I knew better.

He brought the wet lace to his mouth and nose, taking a deep breath.

“Incredible.”

I no longer felt embarrassed. I just couldn’t stop tingling all over.

The look he gave me was stern, so commanding that I eased back, taking gasping breaths.

“Now, I feast.” There was no pretense, just his rough actions as he lifted and spread my legs. The heels felt heavy on my feet as he blew across my aching pussy. The way he carefully pressed kisses on one inner thigh then the other kept the excitement building.

I closed my eyes, basking in the sinful moment until he flicked the tip of his tongue across my clit. “Oh, God.” I jerked up,arching my back as I extended my arms. His lips and tongue were dangerous objects, the pleasure from a single lick driving me crazy.

“Relax, little gem. I’m going to make you feel so damn good.”

Of that I had no doubt. I lolled my head to the side, every muscle in my body stiff. He was practiced with his tongue, keeping me on the edge while building the anticipation.

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