Page 26 of Undo Me

“Oh God.”

“That is sexy,” he growled against her skin. “How wet I can make you. How hard I get every time I’m around you.”

He ground against her and she moaned as his thick erection pressed between the cheeks of her ass.

His talented fingers worked beneath the fabric, touching her in a way she’d never experienced or knew she needed. He knew when to be rough, and where she was sensitive. He knew that teasing her entrance with quick dips and firm strokes would wind her up until she was ready to pop. He’d barely gotten started and she was close to coming harder than she’d thought possible. “You’re so good at this.”

“I know.” He rolled her clit between his fingers. “Are you watching? Do you see that passionate woman fucking my fingers? Responsive and nearly hungry as I am. You can hide what you are from everyone else, but never from me.”

“What am I?”

“My match,” he said through clenched teeth. “Now cover your mouth for me like a good girl.”

Her surprised cry was muffled by her hand just in time as he slid between her body and the mirror and dropped to his knees again. “I’m too impatient,” he rasped, almost to himself. He parted her legs with his shoulders and reached up to drag the lace to one side. “I was going to make you come on my fingers, but I can’t wait to taste you.”

She leaned forward, placing her hand on the wall to keep her balance as his fingers spread the lips of her sex, baring her to his gaze. “If I had to choose one last meal before accepting my punishment, it would be this. You.”

Punishment?

He buried his face between her thighs with a growl, his tongue circling her clit before stiffening to fill her sex. Bethany’s knees jerked, her legs trembling at the relentless pleasure.

Her forehead dug into the mirror when she turned her head to watch his jaw work. His eyes were closed, those long lashes skimming his cheeks and the expression on his face blissful.

His reaction made her feel powerful. And yes, sexy. It was heady. Addicting.

Her hand grabbed on to his curls, pressing him closer, needing more of what he was doing. More of that feeling.

His groan of approval vibrated against her clit, and she came hard, tugging on his hair as the sensations overwhelmed her. Too much. Too good.

More.

Her knees buckled and he was there, one arm wrapped around her waist as they ended up on the dressing room floor, with him on his knees behind her.

The rustle of fabric and the sound of tearing lace barely registered before he was filling her to the point of pain, so thick and hard and inescapable she wanted to scream. But he’d seen it coming, replacing her hand with his over her mouth to muffle her shouts, his rough breath loud in her ear.

“Am I hurting you?” he snarled, and she shook her head swiftly, tilting her hips higher as her body stretched to accommodate his girth.

“Fuck, Bethany. Fuck it’s tight and hot in here. I haven’t—I can’t remember the last time I knew what this felt like.” He slung his hips forward and groaned out loud. “But I can’t imagine it being better.”

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex in a body that didn’t belong to someone else. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had taken her like this. Like they’d die if they didn’t get inside her.

The carpet on the floor scraped her knees with each powerful thrust. His tight hold on her and the desperate noises he was making were refueling her arousal to a fever pitch again. So fast. So easy for him. And no one could hear her. No one could know what they were doing behind closed doors. It felt forbidden. Exciting.

Familiar.

“I’m sorry, love.” His voice was guttural, as if he were holding back a shout. “I want this to last but I can’t—”

She struggled for breath as he took her harder, deeper, his flesh slapping hard against hers with every stroke. His fingers unclenched from her hip and slid between her legs, working her until she was gasping for every breath.

“Come, Bethany. Come so I can feel that pussy fist around me before I lose it. I’m so close and you’re perfect and wet and tight for me.”

His voice was as irresistible as the rest of him. She wanted to obey. Needed to. She lifted lids heavy with desire and felt her breath catch in her throat when she caught her reflection. Not Isabel, but not Bethany either.

Tendrils of the woman’s hair had fallen from her long braid, curling damply around her glowing cheeks. Her lips were swollen from her lover’s kiss. She was bent over, her curves pressing back against the man who was claiming her with every fierce, possessive thrust.

It was beautiful. She was beautiful.

His head fell back as his hips bucked against her. “Merde, Bethany. I’m begging you, my fire. Come now.”

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