Page 67 of Descent

Finally, I shove off the wall and grab him by the belt, forcing him to kiss me again.

“I hope that was satisfying.”

“Not nearly satisfying enough.”

“That’s too bad. I warned you not to move. Now you have to wait even longer.”

Honestly, I have no clue how he does what he does next.

But before I can resist, he’s got me pinned with my arms behind my back, one hand curled into my hair, tugging my head and backing me to the bedroom. By the time we reach the bed, my chest is heaving, my legs shaking. Slick wetness sticks between my thighs.

I didn’t expect this.

Not that we haven’t played with handcuffs or been rough before. This is different. He’s taking control more than usual, dominating me in a way that keeps throwing me for a loop.

It’s not animal or wild.

But it makes something in me quiver, a sensation of anticipation adjacent to fear, but not worried. Maybe I should be. Maybe I unlocked something in him.

Something dangerous.

Of course, I probably should do something about it before he presses me face-first onto the sheets, tying both of my hands to the headboard with a couple of scarves from my bag.

Then the cock-teasing asshole proceeds to go right back to what he was doing.

The effect is more than scintillating, fuckinginfuriating, as his lips brush against my back. My eyes roll back in my head, pressing my face down into the bed. Biting the comforter in frustration.

Sparks erupt all over me, waves of arousal growing like a tidal wave through my aching abdomen. It’s almost enough to drive me to the edge, stacking layer upon layer of mind-numbing tension.

In seconds, I’m overwhelmed. In minutes, I’m panting.

His tongue toys along the edge of my panties, the heat of his words coruscating across my lips though swiftly soaking silk. “How does this feel?”

“Miserable. Heavenly.”

“Just like you smell, like you taste. Heaven…”

“Oh…just fucking touch me.” I groan, shuddering with every breath.

His eyes snap up to mine, looking down at him as I wag my ass in the air, swaying on my knees.

Those pools of onyx lust set me aflame. The barest hint of a smirk plays at his damnably suckable lips.

Like a promise of vengeful ecstasy.

And this is absolute ecstasy. It’s absolute hell at the same time. I love every fucking minute of it.

“Circe…” he purrs across my aching entrance.

“Yes?” my voice trembles.

“You’re shaking.”

“Your fault.” My words catch in my throat.

“Close your eyes,” he growls, settling behind me. “Focus on this, only on this.”

Ero drags his lower lips across my middle, right up the divide between my thighs, from the base of my tummy, across my peak and all the way to the edges of my flushed cheeks. Higher, over the blushing curve of my ass, dragging along the string of my thong. Then right back down, vibrating his tongue and sending shockwaves of bliss through sex drenched lace.

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