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She leans in, her lips brushing my ear. “And if I told you all the other things I want to do to you? How I want to taste you, feel you inside me?”
Jesus Christ. My cock jumps in her hand, and she laughs softly, clearly pleased with my response.
She continues her steady strokes.
Unable to form words from how fucking good she feels, I kiss her again, surrendering control to her touch.
Chapter 21 - Lilibeth
His cock throbs beneath my touch, hot and hard yet soft and supple for my taking. I lock my eyes to his, and they remind me of liquid silver. The look in his eyes right now is one of complete surrender, and I’ve never felt more powerful than I do right now, as I straddle his lap and watch his composure crumble beneath my touch.
“Fuck, Beth,” he growls. His voice has a ragged edge that scrapes along my nerves, and his hands reach for my hips, deliciously digging into my soft flesh through my dress.
The touch and squeeze sends literal sparks rushing through me and my body jerks forward toward him, my thumb now circling the head of his cock, spreading the wetness there.
“What's wrong? Losing control?” I tease, leaning in to brush my lips against his jaw.
His jaw tightens. “You're asking for trouble.”
“Maybe I like a little trouble.” I meet his eye with a challenge and twist my wrist, giving him a firmer stroke that makes his hips buck involuntarily.
A snarl tears from his throat, and suddenly, he’s no longer grabbing my waist but rather my wrists, capturing them inonelarge hand. He pulls them away from his body, his grip firm but not painful, and I squirm to get free. His eyes rake over my squirming body, and I see his eyes darken, feel myself soak from how helooksat me. LikeI’mthe sexiest thing alive.
“Stand,” he commands, his eyes travelling from my face to my waist, before travelling back again.
I feel my breath catch, feel what’s about to come, and my entire body begins to hum. I get off his lap and rise on shaky legs.
“Turn around,” he leans back on his chair, like a King on his throne, and makes a circle with his finger in command. God, does he have any idea how sexy he looks when he does that?
I do as he says, my heart hammering against my ribs. I hear the chair creak and feel him stand behind me, his breath hot and heavy on the back of my neck. The air between us crackles with tension, and he doesn't touch me—not yet—and the anticipation makes me tremble.
His fingers find the zipper at the back of my dress. The metal teeth part with a whisper, and cool air kisses my spine. Agafon takes his time, drawing the zipper down with deliberate slowness until it stops at the base of my back. His fingers leave a trail of heat in their wake, and I feel every muscle in my body stiffen from how turned on I’m getting. The dress loosens around me, and he slides his hands beneath the fabric at my shoulders, pushing it down my arms until it drops to my feet.
I stand before him in just my bra and panties, feeling more exposed than naked. My curves, the softness of my stomach, and the fullness of my thighs are on complete display for him. I resist the urge to cover myself, knowing that whatever insecurity this is, it’s mine and mine alone. He’s never given me a single reason to feel ashamed.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, and his fingers trace up my spine, stopping at the clasp of my bra. He pauses there, tightening the hook in his hand, and I arch my back from the electric jolt passing through me. He then wraps a hand around my waist, dig into my belly andpulls me backuntil I feel his cock against my ass. I let out a whimper as he gently bites into my neck and unhooks it with ease.
The bra loosens, and he steps back, slowly pulling it off my shoulders. I'm trembling now from need.
Large hands grip my hips, fingers digging into the flesh as he turns me to face him. His eyes are no longer metallic silver. They're dark, almost black with desire. His appreciative gaze slowly travels down my free breasts with a smile, down my legs, and back up to my face. He slides his hands around my waist and pulls me against him, his mouth crashing down on mine with a hunger that steals my breath, that makes me tilt my head back from howhardhe kisses me.
“Agafon,” I gasp against his lips.
His hands are everywhere—cupping my breasts, squeezing my ass, tracing the curve of my waist. Each touch leaves a trail of fire on my skin. He kisses me like he's drowning and I'm air, desperate and demanding.
“I need to feel you,” he growls, his thumb flicking over my nipple and sending sparks shooting down to my core.
His other hand slides down my stomach, past the waistband of my panties, finding the slick heat between my thighs. I whimper as his fingers glide through my wetness.
“From how wet you are, you want me too, don’t you?” he asks. In response, I clutch the collar of his shirt and pull him closer, nodding into our kiss. He walks me backward until my ass hits the edge of his desk.
I lean back slightly and support myself with my hands against the desk. Agafon looms over me, his one arm caging me in as he reaches past me with the other and sweeps across the desk. I shriek and laugh at the same time as papers, pens, a laptop, and whatever other things fall to the ground.
“Your computer!” I scold.
“Fuck the computer,” he mutters against my lips, and I can't help but laugh, a breathless sound that turns into a moan as he kisses me again.
His hands find my waist, lifting me onto the desk, and I feel the heat of his body as he positions himself between my legs. He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and slides them down, his eyes never leaving mine.
