Page 78 of Restless Hawke
His hand slips up between my legs and finds my core, easily sinking two fingers into my slick heat. I buck and clench around him, and he holds me steady, clamping his thumb down across my clit, preventing me from moving as he licks and sucks and flicks his tongue across the peak of my breast.
I writhe under him, his body keeping me prone. His mouth swirling and lifting me higher and higher. Each draw on my nipple feels like a direct line to my most sensitive spot. It throbs and aches, and I squirm harder against his tight hold.
He lifts his head. “Sensitive, aren’t we?”
It isn’t really a question.
More of an observation of a weakness that he will absolutely use against me.
I press my lips together firmly, biting back a strangled moan of frustration that wants to slip out,refusingto admit that he’s right, that he’s discovered my Achilles’ heel. But it doesn’t do any good because he sees the truth in my gaze and offers a lecherous grin as he drops his head to the other side, giving it the same treatment.
He sucks on it hard, drawing the entire nipple into his mouth, then bites, his tongue quickly spreading over the sharp sting, and my pussy clenches around his fingers.
Not.
Enough.
I try to shift my hips, desperate for some friction, but he refuses to let me move, keeping me pinned.
He wanted to torture me?
Well, he’s doing it.
The man has no idea how easily I could come just from this, but I think he’s starting to understand, given how soaked and slick his hand is where it’s buried between my thighs.
He slowly burrows his fingers into me as far as they’ll go and withdraws them, dragging them along the inside of my cunt on the retreat. I groan low and deep, my hands clutching at his comforter to try to findanypurchase.
Anyfuckingrelief.
“Could I make you come just by doing this?” He flicks his tongue across my nipple again, then grazes his teeth over the other. “You’re soaked, Allegra.” He thrusts in and out of me, the sound of my embarrassingly wet arousal filling the otherwise silent room. “I think I could.”
He drops lower, kissing his way across my abdomen as he drags my dress down over my hips.
His tongue dips into my belly button, and I buck like a wild horse desperate to free itself from the bridle. He pulls his hand free of my legs only long enough to pull my only clothing off and tosses it on the floor. Leaving me fully naked. Exposed to him with nowhere to hide.
Coen settles back over me, still fully clothed, and very obviously enjoying his little game with me, evidenced by the way he lifts his glistening fingers to his mouth and licks them greedily. His hand returns to offering torturous ministrations, moving inside me, curling and thrusting but neverquitewhere I need it, while my nipples ache for more of the treatment they just received.
“I can’t let you come that easily, Allegra. What fun would that be?”
I groan, arching into him. “Sounds fun to me…”
The low chuckle that rumbles through him doesn’t give me any hope of it happening fast.
Coen is going to make this hard.
And God knows he has it in him not to allow it at all because he wants to demonstrate that he is the one in control after I’ve proven I can take it away from him with a smile, a glance, a touch.
He slips back onto his knees, pulling his fingers free from inside me?—
I push up onto my elbows. “No, don’t?—”
A sly grin plays on his lips, and he shifts off the end of the bed and slowly starts to unbutton his white dress shirt.
Each one that pops free exposes more lightly tanned flesh…
Hard, broad chest…
Immaculately sculpted abdominal muscles…
