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God, the fact that my insides combust into flames at his command spoke volumes. I had never been so sex crazed, and now I pretty much behaved sexually deprived. I wanted to please him.
I wanted to be his everything. Because I loved him.
CHAPTER47
Davina
The startling realization immobilized me, as I stared at the face of my husband while processing this latest revelation. It was scary. Terrifying. Thrilling. So damn thrilling, that I forgot what he had asked me to do.
So when I didn’t move fast enough for his liking, he looped his hands around my waist and sat me on it. Eye-to-eye with my husband, we stared at each other. His uncovered torso gave me a full view of his muscles and mouthwatering abs. He was so beautiful and strong, he stole my breath. But even more than his muscular body, I liked the way he cared about his family. Protected the ones he loved.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his expression unreadable. I obeyed, regretting not putting some panties on and now being on display. “Lift your legs and put them on the desk.”
I did as he said, tempted to fight him but too eager to know what he was about to do. After all, he was used to me being sassy. But right now, more than anything, I wanted to please him. I waited, anticipation building within me like sparks. My breathing slightly hitched, I remained silent, my heels planted on the edge of the desk and my legs spread wide open.
“Touch your pussy.”
My soft gasp shattered the tense air at his demand. He cocked an eyebrow as if he waited for me to protest, and I bit into my lip, swallowing my words. Hesitantly, I snaked one hand between my legs and brushed my fingers over my clit.
A shudder rolled through my body, my folds already wet and achy. My fingers felt sticky as I kept rubbing and a soft moan slipped through my lips. Satisfied I was doing what he commanded, Liam strode to the minibar I hadn’t noticed.
I watched him fill a glass with ice and cognac, his eyes flickering my way to ensure I kept touching myself. By the time he returned to me, I shuddered with the need for release, my two fingers inside me, thrusting in and out. Except it wasn’t enough. I needed him - his fingers, his cock.
He slid into his chair, watching me and sipping on his cognac. With heavy eyelids, I watched his lips on the rim of the glass, and suddenly I was dying for a taste of the alcohol. For the taste of him.
My fingers slid in and out of my wet folds, brushing against my clit faster and faster. Frustration crawled up my spine that he just sat there, watching me, instead of touching me.
“Are you going to make me do all the work?” I rasped, annoyed. It was scary how much I craved his touch. He had ruined me for anyone else. I only wanted him - his hands, his mouth, his cock. “Could have at least offered me a drink,” I breathed.
He smiled darkly, then took another sip of his cognac. When he removed his lips from the glass, he rolled the ice in his mouth then leaned over and pressed his cold lips to my inner thigh.
“Ahhhh,” I gasped, bracing myself on one hand. His mouth was my own brand of heaven. I rubbed my clit vigorously, hungry for release. I felt it at the base of my spine, now that his lips were trailing higher and higher to my sweet spot. He trailed kisses up my thigh, running the tip of the ice over my heated skin. The combination of hot and cold, along with his stubble against my soft skin created unbearable friction. My hips lifted off the desk, eager for his lips on my entrance. I was so damn close.
His hand wrapped around my wrist and stilled it, denying me pleasure. My gaze snapped to him.
“What-”
“Your pleasure will come from me,” he proclaimed as he brought the glass halfway to his mouth with his other hand. A frustrated noise bubbled in my throat, but I said nothing. I knew the pleasure he alluded to would be so much better than anything I could do.
Liam brought the glass of cognac to his lips, the ice clanking with each movement. My tongue swept across my lower lip, my heart thundered against my rib cage. He took a sip of his drink and caught another cube of ice between his teeth. As if he was my magnetic opposite, I leaned over, unable to resist, and licked his cold lips. The ice dripped down his stubbled chin and I followed the trail of it.
This man was my alcohol, my drug, my aphrodisiac.
In one swift move he leaned me back and before I could protest, he disappeared between my legs. The ice against my hot, soaking folds had me jerking on the smooth surface of his desk. Fireworks exploded through every fiber of my being and before I could scoot away, Liam grabbed hold of my thighs, keeping me in place as he thrust the ice cube against my clit.
The cube must have melted, because I felt his tongue against my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. His teeth nibbled on my clit at the same time that his fingers thrust deep inside me. The combination of ice and heat heightened all my senses on my entrance. His teeth on my clit sent shockwaves to my core as he mercilessly sucked and flicked his tongue against me.
Pleasure shot through me and my head hit the desk, my back arching as I came hard, shaking against his mouth. My legs slid off the desk, dangling from the edge, and I felt Liam’s big hands wrap around my ankles. He lifted his head from between my legs, licking his lips as his stare focused on me. The arrogance etched across his face told me he felt smug with himself.
He had every reason for it, not that I’d ever admit it. Because holy smokes. Every time with him was earth shattering. My legs on his thighs, he reached over beside me and lifted the glass of cognac to his lips.
Cognac. It always seemed to come down to cognac with him.
“My wife wants some cognac?” he asked nonchalantly.
I shrugged. “It’s only polite to offer, you know.”
