Page 26 of Devil's Tulip

“Uh…” She clears her throat and inches up the bed. My hand falls from her cheek, but I follow, walking in between her thighs. “M–Michael.”

The way she says my name—breathy, uncertain—ignites something inside me. I lean down, and with one firm push to her chest, she’s flat on her back. Right where I want her to be. Where she belongs.

“Wh–what are you doing?” Her question comes out breathless as I straddle her hips and slowly crawl over her on the bed, her pulse skittering wildly in her throat.

My cock drags up her shirt—myshirt—and a full-body shudder rips through me as pre-cum leaks out, my brain short circuiting as her sweet scent fills my nostrils. “You never answered my question.” It’s a miracle I don’t choke on my own tongue as I force the words past my teeth. “Why. Are you. In my room?”

“I wasn’t–I mean, I didn’t…” Her small hands push against my chest, and the contact nearly undoes me. “W–wait. Hold on. I can’t think when you’re this close. I can’t breathe.”

My head falls heavy to her neck as a groan tears from my throat.Neither can I.

Fuck, I haven’t been able to breathe or think straight since I saw her photo. Since I started a shrine to her, collecting everyscrap of information, every preference, every detail of her life. “What if I don’t want you to do either of those things?” I rub the tip of my nose down the silky flesh of her neck, and she trembles beneath me, stoking my lust higher until my vision swims.

“W–what?” Her fingers dig into my damp chest, and the violent urge to rip away those pants and thrust into her blindsides me. I have a high libido, sure, but I’ve never been this fucking out of control with a woman before. It’s dangerous. I shouldn’t.

No.

I push myself away from her, spinning towards the bathroom without another word. Goddamn it. Yanking at my hair, I welcome the sharp pain—anything to cut through this lustful haze threatening to drown me.

Back in the bathroom, I snatch a towel off the bar and wrap it around my waist. I knew she was in my room—heard her come in—and deliberately walked out naked to startle her. But the plan backfired spectacularly.

Now I’m hard as fuck, and I can’t have her. Not yet.

When I return, Gianna is exactly where I left her, flat on her back and chest heaving as she blinks dazedly at the ceiling. A small smile tugs at my mouth, the sight sending fresh heat surging through me, but her obvious reaction soothes something in my ego. At least I’m not suffering alone.

“Better?” I ask.

She turns her head towards me, and I wave at my towel, but she just stares blankly, like she doesn’t understand me. My smile widens as I repeat my question.

Understanding finally dawns in her eyes. “I guess.” Reluctance drags at the words as she leverages herself upright, putting precious distance between us. I let her, fighting the urge to prowl closer. “I’ll, um, just…” She gestures vaguely at the door, already angling towards it. “…go back to my own room.”

“Mmmm.” I watch her fidget for a moment. Fuck, I could listen to that adorable little stammer all day. “You do that. But just so you know, Gianna, I don’t like people invading my privacy.” Truth. I harden my voice as I continue, “If it were anyone else, I’d snap their fucking neck. So, unless you want me to fuck you, stay out of my room.”

Her throat bobs. She nods way too fast, then ducks her head and flees, like a little bird finally realizing it’s been trapped with a predator. I watch her go, mesmerized by the way her ass jiggles in my borrowed shorts.

Wait.

Is she not wearing panties?

I squeeze my eyes shut as the door closes behind her. Fucking hell. I just wanted to come home and get some sleep. But now? Now my cock is throbbing, and sleep is a goddamn joke.

Dragging a hand down my face, I exhale sharply.

I could go back into my bathroom and jerk off, but I already know—Iknow—I won’t be able to orgasm without thoughts of her in my head.

And I’m not ready to have her invade my brain like that.

So I just suck it up, grab a pair of pants from my walk-in closet, and pull them on, wincing as the fabric scrapes against my sensitive cock.

After getting dressed, I leave my bedroom for my office. The path takes me past her room, and I hesitate at the doorway, my hand clenching at my side.

An immense need surges through me, a primal urge to knock on her door and continue where I stopped.

I'd give her so much pleasure.

My cock jerks against my thigh, and I yank my hair again. “Fuck me.” I turn away sharply, forcing myself to keep moving.

When I reach my office, I press my thumb on the panel, and the door unlocks, swinging open automatically. I shut myself inside and collapse into my chair.

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