Page 32 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
"Make me come," she finally whispers, face flushed with arousal and embarrassment. "Please, Ghost."
Victory surges through me, sweeter than I expected. My chest expands with savage pride, a guttural sound of approval escaping before I can trap it.
"Good girl."
I lower my mouth to her again, sucking her clit between my lips as my fingers curl inside her, finding thatspot that makes her whole body tremble. Each moan from her lips sends vibrations straight to my cock, my hips grinding against the mattress for relief, desperate for friction.
She tastes like power and submission, a combination that makes my head spin. Sweat trickles down my temple, muscles bunching across my back as I work her body with single-minded focus.
Her thighs begin to shake, inner walls pulsing around my fingers. I increase the pressure, determined to shatter her completely. My own body trembles with the effort, thighs tensed, abdomen rigid.
"Let go," I command against her flesh, the words scraped raw from my throat. "Come for me."
With a broken cry, she obeys, her body convulsing as the orgasm tears through her. I work her through it, relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure until she pushes weakly at my head, oversensitive and spent.
I rise up on my knees, taking in the sight of her—flushed skin, glazed eyes, my shirt bunched around her upper body, pussy glistening with her release and my saliva. My chest heaves with each breath, heart pounding so hard I'm certain she can see it through my shirt.
"Now that," I say, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, tasting her once more, "is how you follow orders."
She lies there panting, too blissed out to form a proper retort. I feel a ridiculous surge of pride at reducing this sharp-tongued woman to speechlessness, a primal satisfaction that borders on painful.
Slowly, her eyes refocus, locking onto the obvious bulge in my pants. My cock throbs under her gaze, a wet spot forming where the head presses against the fabric.
"What about you?" she asks, voice hoarse.
I adjust myself, ignoring the painful throbbing. Each brush of fabric sends shards of sensation through me, making my jaw clench. "This wasn't about me."
"Then what was it about?" she challenges, finding her voice again as she tugs the shirt back down.
I lean over her, caging her with my arms. "Consider it lesson one: when I say 'no,' it means no. When I say 'stop,' you stop. When I say 'come,' you come."
"And if I don't?" The defiance is returning to her eyes, that fire I'm oddly drawn to.
I brush my thumb across her lower lip, still swollen from where she bit it during her climax.
"Then I'll have to teach you the lesson again. And again. As many times as it takes."
A small smile plays at the corners of her mouth. "Is that supposed to be a deterrent? Because it sounds more like an incentive."
I can't help the laugh that escapes me, the sound rougher than intended. Goddamn, this woman has nerve.
"Sleep well, little hellcat," I say, pushing off the bed. My legs nearly betray me as I stand, muscles trembling with unspent desire. "You'll need your rest."
"Where are you going?" She sits up, confusion clear on her face.
I pause at the door, drinking in the sight of her one more time. The image burns into my memory, making my pulse spike once more. "Cold shower. Someone broke my door, and I need to think about my security protocols."
"That someone was you," she points out, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Details," I say with a dismissive wave, flexing my fingers to ease the lingering sensation of her skin against mine. "Just remember—next time you think about getting yourself off in my house, ask permission first."
Her jaw drops in outrage. "Like hell I will."
I flash her a predatory smile, canines slightly bared. "Then I guess I'll be breaking more doors."
As I turn to leave, she calls after me: "I still have questions, Ghost."
"And I still have techniques to shut you up," I respond without looking back, each step away from her a battle against my baser instincts. "Guess we're at an impasse."
