Page 93 of Beautiful Deception

“You. Touching me.”

“Like this?” He slides one of his hands down to my waist. His fingertips leave a trail of goosebumps behind on my skin.

“Yes.”

“What else?”

“What else?” I ask.

“Tell me what I did to you in your dreams. Where did I touch you?”

I can’t help but blush. “I feel shy.”

“Don’t be. Did I touch you here?” His hand splays across my stomach.

“Yes.” I lean more of my weight against him. He feels so good holding me.

“Did I touch you here?” His fingers move under my dress and to my pubic mound. My underwear is in the way. Never have I been so annoyed by my underwear before.

“Yes,” I admit.

“Here?” He traces the edge of my panties.

A soft moan escapes me. “Yes.”

“Good.” He shoves my panties down and places his fingers right between my legs. I can’t stop my moan.

“You’re wet for me,” he growls, running his fingers along my folds and sensitive nub. “God, you’re so wet for me. I’ve been dreaming of tasting you again since that day in my office. Fuck, I need you, Inessa.”

Despite his words, he doesn’t rush the moment. His fingers circle around my clit, drawing pleasure from every inch of my body. My hips buck against his hand. I need friction.

I need more.

“Viktor,” I gasp as I circle my hips around. He presses his entire palm to my clit and rubs it back and forth. I feel like a wild woman as I buck and moan against him. Never have I felt this sort of pleasure before. This intense. This extreme. This exciting.

“I want you to come for me,” he commands, rubbing me harder. It’s the perfect amount of friction I need.

I clutch his forearm to steady myself. “It’s too much.”

“It’s not. It’s perfect. Come for me, Inessa. Now.”

He presses right on my clit and finally, my pleasure shoots through me. I moan as I rest the back of my head on his shoulder. Viktor holds me close as I tremble my release.

Finally, he removes his hand from between my legs. “You are so fucking good.”

In one smooth motion, he pushes the rest of my dress down to the floor so I’m fully naked before him. I gasp when he scoops me up and sets me on the bed.

“I need to taste you before I fuck you.” He kneels before the bed and draws my hips right to the edge. Then he plants his face between my legs.

I moan when his lips find my clit. It’s already swollen from the pleasure he just showed me.

“I can’t,” I practically whimper.

“You can and you will. I will have every inch of your body tonight.” His hands grip my thighs tighter as he presses his lips against my folds. My hips rock up to meet his pace. This is vulgar in a sexy way. He makes me feel forbidden and taboo.

He makes me feel aroused in a way I’ve never been before.

“Cup your breasts for me,” he orders before running his tongue along my clit.

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