Page 31 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
I add a second finger, stretching her, watching her face contort with pleasure she's trying desperately to hide. My own breathing grows ragged, chest heaving as I struggle for control.
"God, you're tight," I groan, curling my fingers to find that spot that will make her crumble. Sweat beads along my back, trickling down my spine as I fight my own mounting desire. "When was the last time someone fucked you properly, Alina?"
"None of your business," she gasps, her hips rising to meet my thrusting fingers contradicting the defiant words from her mouth.
I press my thumb against her clit, circling slowly. My vision narrows until all I can see is her—the flush spreading across her skin, the parting of her lips, the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
"Everything about you is my business now."
A moan escapes her, the sound hitting me like a physical blow, making me grind my teeth to maintain focus. I'm straining against my pants, the fabric a torturous friction against my sensitive flesh. But this isn't about me. This is about showing her who's in control.
"That's it," I encourage as her resistance begins to melt. Copper floods my mouth where I've bitten the inside of my cheek. "Let me hear you."
"I hate you," she whispers, but there's no conviction behind it as her walls tighten around my fingers.
I increase my pace, thumb working her clit more firmly. Every sound she makes sends shockwaves through me, my muscles trembling with the effort of holding back. "Hate me all you want, little hellcat. Just remember who owns these sounds."
Her back arches off the bed, body responding even as her mind rebels. I release her wrists, needing both hands for what comes next, the sudden freedom making my palm burn with phantom pressure.
"What are you—"
Before she can finish, I rip the shirt up, exposing her breasts. Pink nipples pebble in the cool air, begging for attention. My throat constricts, heart hammering at the sight before me.
"Beautiful," I murmur, lowering my mouth to capture one tight peak. The taste of her skin against my tongue islike a live wire, my hips involuntarily rocking against the mattress seeking relief.
Her hands fly to my hair, but instead of pushing me away, her fingers tangle in the strands, holding me closer. The sharp pull against my scalp sends lightning straight to my cock.
"Ghost," she moans, the sound of my codename on her lips sending a savage wave of possessiveness through me, making my skin prickle with goosebumps.
I release her nipple with a wet pop. "That's it. Say my name again." My voice comes out rougher than intended, betraying the storm raging inside me.
"Make me," she challenges, that fiery defiance still there despite her obvious pleasure.
I withdraw my fingers completely, earning a frustrated whimper. The cool air on my wet fingers only emphasizes the heat consuming the rest of my body.
"You don't learn, do you?" I chuckle, moving down her body until I'm positioned between her thighs. The scent of her arousal hits me full force, making my mouth flood with saliva, heart pounding against my ribs. "Let's see how long that stubborn streak lasts."
Before she can respond, I spread her legs wider and lick a long, slow stripe up her soaked pussy. The taste explodes across my tongue, sweeter than anything I've ever known, a growl rumbling up from deep in my chest.
"Fuck!" she cries out, hips jerking.
I grip her thighs firmly, holding her in place as I devour her. She tastes like sin and honey, addictive and sweet. My entire body thrums with need.
I circle her clit with my tongue, alternating between gentle laps and firm pressure, losing myself in the taste of her.
"Ghost," she gasps, one hand still tangled in my hair while the other grips the sheets. "Please..."
There it was.I lift my head just enough to meet her gaze. My lips tingle with her essence, chin slick with her arousal. "Please what, Alina? Use your words."
Her chest heaves, conflict clear in her eyes. "Don't stop."
"Still not specific enough," I taunt, blowing cool air across her sensitized flesh. My own lungs burn with each breath, oxygen seemingly insufficient. "What exactly do you want from me?"
She throws her head back in frustration. "You know what I want."
"You need to say it," I demand, sliding two fingers back inside her but keeping them still. The vein in my neck throbs with effort. "Tell me exactly what you need or I walk away."
Her pussy clenches around my fingers. She's close—so fucking close—but I'll be damned if I give her release without her surrender. The power of this moment makes me dizzy, blood rushing in my ears.
