Page 187 of Toxic Temptation
He backs me toward the marble-topped console table that dominates one wall of the suite. The stone is cold against my bare thighs as he lifts me onto its surface.
“You’re extremely sexy, you know that?” His hands skim up my legs, teasing the silk of my dress higher. “Sexy and brave—and completely unaware of your own power.”
I cock my head. “Is that a problem?”
“The exact opposite.” His fingers flirt with the edge of my underwear. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Vesper. It’s fucking terrifying.”
Before I can respond, he pushes the lace aside and touches me where I need him most.
The moan that escapes me is embarrassing in its intensity, but I’m long past caring about dignity. His fingers know exactly what they’re doing, and within moments, I’m trembling on the edge of release.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his mouth against my throat. “Let go for me.”
I shatter around his fingers and arch up off the cold marble. But before the orgasm is even halfway done with me, he’s spinning me around, bending me over the table’s surface, pressing me flat against it.
I feel him behind me, hot and ready. When he enters me in one smooth thrust as I’m still cumming, we both groan at the sensation.
“Yes,” I gasp as he sets a rhythm that has me seeing stars. “Kovan, please?—”
I don’t even know what I’m begging for. More, harder, forever—all of it seems inadequate to express what I need from him.
He gives me everything anyway.
Everything, all of him, every last bit—he pours it into me. His hips drive forward with a relentless rhythm that sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my core. The cold marble bites into my palms as I brace myself against the table. It’s hot where I’m cold, hard where I’m soft.
Thank God—I need the contrast to keep me grounded, or else I’d just explode in every direction.
Every thrust presses me harder against it. I’m stuck between it and Kovan, his chest slick with sweat as it molds to my back. I’m exactly where I want to be.
“Fucking hell, Vesper,” he growls in my ear. “You feel so fucking good, so tight around me. Tell me you want this—tell me you need it as bad as I do.”
“Yes.” I suck in a greedy inhale. The air is thick with the mingled scents of his cologne and the faint, salty tang of our arousal. “Harder, Kovan. Don’t stop. I need you deeper.”
He obliges, one hand gripping my hip with bruising force, the other sliding up my side to cup my breast through the thin silk of my dress. His fingers pinch and tease the sensitive peak, drawing a sharp cry from my throat that echoes softly in the empty room.
The sounds of our bodies connecting fill the space—wet, rhythmic slaps that mix with our ragged breath. Building, cresting, peaking.
I push back against him as hard as I can. His free hand tangles in my hair, pulling just enough to make my neck curve, exposing it to the scrape of his teeth. He nips at the skin there, then kisses where it hurts.
“You’re mine tonight,” he murmur. “Say it. Say you’re mine, Vesper.”
“I’m yours,” I moan. “All yours. Fuck me like I belong to you.”
With a guttural sound, he pulls out suddenly, leaving me aching and empty. A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it. He spins me around again, his eyes dark and wild as they meet mine. The marble is cool against my butt now as he lifts me onto the edge of the table.
His hands go searching—rough on my thighs, tender as they trace the line of my throat—before he surges back into me, filling me completely in one swift motion.
We both groan. The angle is deeper now, hitting spots that make my vision blur. I cling to his shoulders and close my eyes. He rocks into me, slow at first, then faster and faster.
“Look at you,” he says, his forehead pressing to mine. “So beautiful, falling apart for me. I could watch you like this forever. Touch yourself—show me how you like it.”
My hand slips between us. I cry out when I touch my clit, but the cry soon morphs into another moan. Kovan kisses me to soak up every syllable.
“Shit, that’s hot,” he breathes, his mouth claiming mine in a messy kiss, tongues tangling with the taste of champagne lingering from the gala below. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? I can feel it—squeezing me so tight. Do it. Cum for me, baby.”
I cry out his name—“Kovan!”—as it consumes me. Stars burst behind my eyelids, every muscle trembling with the force of it, the world narrowing to the pulse of release and the heat of him buried deep inside me.
Fuck.
