Page 51 of Beg the Night

She moaned, arching further into my touch. My cock throbbed against my pants, but I refused to press myself against her. No, I’d keep at least that much space between us.

I’d have to make her come without ripping all her clothes off and burying myself inside of her, no matter how badly every ounce of me screamed for it.

My tongue trailed the sharp bone, then I kissed her skin softly, savoring this moment, letting the heat pull me under.

She wanted me to touch her. It was for the greater good, right?

I wrapped an arm around the back of her waist and dragged her down the mattress until she was lying flat on her back beneath me. God, she was so small. So submissive under my touch.

She brought her hands to my chest, then slid them lower. I tensed immediately, unused to being touched, especially like this.

And not when I was this close to losing control.

“You don’t want to do that,” I warned.

“Yes, I do.” Her fingers trailed lower.

Sweat beaded at my temples as I fought the desire to roll my hips against her. “You aren’t in your right mind right now.”

She sighed. “I don’t care. I want you.”

A very pathetic sound left my lips. One I was certain I would beat myself up for over the next few days. Weeks, even. Years.

Before she could unleash the monster resting deep in my soul, I snatched her wrists and pinned them above her head in one swift motion.

While I held them there with one hand, I gripped her thigh with the other, hard enough to make her gasp.

She arched into me. “More,” she begged.

The heat emanating from her thighs was so torturously tempting. Fuck, did I want it.

I shoved her dress up and ran my hand down her center. She jerked as I touched the sensitive apex, but eventually relaxed. “Oh, god.”

“Tell me what you like.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “I don’t—I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? You don’t know what?”

“I don’t know what I like. I like this. Keep doing this.”

I stroked her pussy through the outside of her thin underwear. Fuck. The way she reacted to me… “Have you been with anyone before? Or are you a perfect little virgin begging to be ruined.” I punctuated that last part by slipping one finger beneath the fabric.

She whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. “No.”

She was soaked already. Fuck, I wanted to tear every stitch of clothing from her body and sink deep inside her. “No, what?”

“No, I’ve never been with anyone.”

Like this couldn’t get any worse.I bit my tongue to stop another ridiculous moan from escaping me. I was a fucking man. I was in charge here. I did, in fact, have some ounce of self-control.

This untouched woman lying beneath me, begging me to touch her, would not make me lose control. I had more strength than that.You hate this girl, remember? You absolutely despise her.

But as I slid a finger inside her, I forgot all the reasons why. I forgot why this was such a bad idea. I forgot everything except how absolutely perfect she was.

She arched even further, grinding into my hand. “Sinner, please.”

I moved down the bed and kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh. Yeah, I was definitely going to regret this.

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