Page 58 of Take Me Under

Grabbing hold of my hips, he lifted us both from the bed with little effort. Setting me on my feet, he looped one finger through the side of my thong and said, “Time to take these off.”

He tugged my panties to my feet so I could step out. He kissed his way back up my legs, starting near my ankles, then moving his lips over my knees until he reached the apex of my thighs. A fire burned in my belly, and I couldn’t think straight. But instead of putting his tongue where I wanted him to, he continued his tease by slowly pulling my skirt down my legs and kissing every inch as he went.

Once I was completely exposed from the waist down, he removed my tank and bra, leaving me stark naked in front of him.

Stepping back, he cast a look of admiration over my body. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

I blushed, but it wasn’t because I felt self-conscious. The flush was born from desire. There was something about him that made me feel confident in a way I never had before. It was incredibly liberating.

Taking me by the waist, he surprised me by pushing me back toward the bed and tossing me until I felt the cool satin under my backside. I hadn’t expected to be treated like a ragdoll, but I couldn’t say that I minded it.

Anton crawled over my body, using one hand to raise my arms above my head. His onyx eyes held steady on my gaze as he pinned my wrists together. Then he leaned down, crushing his mouth so hard to mine, I was sure my lips would be swollen tomorrow. I kissed him back with the same urgency, our tongues dancing as I became acutely aware of the strain of his erection through his pants.

I shifted a leg up to loop it around his hips, needing to feel the friction against my bare sex. I tried to pull my hands free sothat I could grip his hips, but he kept them firmly pressed against the bed.

“Keep them above your head. You’re mine, and for tonight, I’m in charge. You’ll only touch me when I tell you to, or I’ll bind these wrists together.”

His words elicited a gasp from me. Whenever he stated the unexpected, all thoughts seemed to escape me. This time was no different. Bondage wasn’t anything I’d ever gotten into, but the idea was unexpectedly arousing. I wanted him to tie me up.

So, I let my inhibitions melt away, losing myself to the moment—to him.

Keeping my arms above my head, I arched my back as he nipped his way around my collarbone. His free hand brushed along the curve of my breast, pausing only to flick at a tight peak before sliding down over my stomach to the juncture of my thighs. When he ran a finger through my wet slit, my breath caught, a gasp of unadulterated pleasure.

His fingers began a slow circle around my clit as he moved down my body. He didn’t stop until he was kneeling on the floor, positioned between my legs that dangled over the edge of the bed.

“Open wide for me, princess. I want to look at your pussy.”

Holy hell.

Doing as he asked, I spread my legs. Never before had I felt so free. It was as if I’d waited a whole lifetime for this moment.

Pushing my knees up with both hands, he spread my thighs further. Then he returned to the slow exploration of my most intimate parts, lazily circling my clit with his thumb. He spread the moisture around before sliding two fingers inside, stretching me for the invasion that was yet to come.

I moaned as my back arched and stomach tightened. I was coming apart at the seams.

“You like this?”

“Yes, don’t stop!” I begged shamelessly.

Lowering his head, he pressed his mouth against my folds as his fingers dug into my thighs. Instantly, an electric shock surged through my body, extracting a cry from my lips. His tongue pushed in and out of me, flicking and filling me with the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt.

“Come for me, Serena,” he murmured between licks. “Then I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”

Fire coursed through me at his words, the ache turning into something vicious. I needed to know what he’d feel like inside me. The idea of him filling me and finally satisfying this desperate need I had for him was enough to send me reeling over the edge.

“I’m there!” I gasped. The words had barely passed my lips when wave after wave of the sweetest, most intense ecstasy careened through me. It started low and deep, bursting in a display of a thousand colors. My body shuddered and convulsed, but Anton didn’t stop the merciless flicks of his tongue. I squirmed, but he held me to the spot. With his firm grip on my hips, his tongue moved, slowing to a tortuous ache.

“Come again,” he ordered.

It was as if my mind, heart, and body were not my own, but something only he commanded. It wasn’t long before the tightening sensation began to build deep in my belly once again. As he sucked on my clit, his fingers circled my walls. The second orgasm was just over the horizon, but he kept me on edge, never quite allowing me to get there. I bucked involuntarily, craving the relief he was teasing. I was beyond the point of wanting.

I reached down and gripped his hair. Much to my dismay, he pulled back.

“Hands above your head,” he ordered.

“Dammit, Anton,” I cursed, throwing my arms back on his order. He was driving me insane. I was beyond desperate, completely lost in an ocean of sensations.

I felt the curve of his smile against my folds as he returned to finish what he’d started. He plunged his fingers deeper into my core and increased the intensity of his tongue. When he pulled his fingers out, slipping them down to apply gentle pressure against my back entrance, there was no holding my cry of pleasure. What he was doing to my body was more than just sinful. I was sure to go straight to hell after tonight.

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