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Fuck.She wasn’t going to run away from her feelings again. She stuck her hand out into the closing elevator doors before her mind got the better of her. The doors reopened and Darcy looked up, confusion spread across his features. She stood for a moment and then closed the distance between them, taking his face in her hands and kissing him.Tonight, he was hers.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The floodgates had openedand all his pent-up desire came crashing down on her. He kissed her like she was the air he needed to breathe. His arms clamped around her back crushing her to him for a moment before he broke away and picked her up in his arms as if she were nothing more than a stuffed doll.
Darcy carried her quickly through the Royal Suite, not that she could see much anyway; all the lights were off except the dimly lit bedroom. She shivered as he carried her through the door, causing him to pause and look down at her. Knowing that she’d made a decision he wouldn’t let her revoke, he took the last few steps to the bed and tossed her onto it. She landed in a sea of blue, her dress fanning out around her.
His eyes locked onto hers as he took off his suit jacket and tie, folding them gently onto the chair.Was this a dream?The man was drop-dead gorgeous and he was stripping for her. Still not breaking eye contact, he pulled his shirt from his pants and began to unbutton it. He was all muscle, his stomach cut and flexing as his breath came in pants. She saw a smattering of dark hair spread across his chest that converged down his stomach and disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants. Her mouth parted slightly and she licked her lips in anticipation. Seeing her desire increased his own as his jaw clenched and the bulge in the front of his pants swelled.
What was she doing?He was hers for the taking and here she was just sitting passively on the bed.Oh, no.She was going to make the most out of tonight. He’d almost finished unbuttoning the shirt, when she moved off the bed to stand in front of him. Grabbing the collars, she pulled the shirt down off of his shoulders and threw it on the floor next to them, a contrast to how precisely he had laid his other clothes. His nostrils flared and his eyes glinted in warning at her show of dominant defiance. She bit her lip, a show of fake remorse. He groaned as his face swooped in to claim her lips again. His hands reached up behind her head, tangling in her hair toremove the bobby pins she had used to pull it back. As her hair began to relax down onto her shoulders, she felt him massaging her scalp as he tilted her head back, giving him deeper access to her mouth.
Her hands began their own exploration; starting at the waist of his pants, they moved up across the front of his abs, feeling the muscles clench underneath her fingertips. They continued up onto his chest, feeling the soft and sparse curls of hair, and came to rest with her arms around his neck, the full length of their bodies flush against one another.
Even though her dress wasn’t full by any means, there was still too much material standing between them as she tried to press closer into him, her desire making her impatient. Sensing her restlessness, his kiss became torturously slow as he sucked her tongue into his mouth, gently biting it. He knew it was driving her crazy and he was enjoying it. She felt his smile against her mouth as she ground her hips against his. Tired of his games, she pulled his lower lip into her mouth and bit down. Hard. His breath sucked in hard as his eyes shot open, fire burning inside.
“You’ll pay for that.”
He licked his injured lip and gave her one last mind-numbing kiss before he spun her around to face the bed. His left arm came around to support her stomach as his right arm crept up to grab her breast through her dress. She moaned and arched into his hand.
“Soon,”he whispered in her ear as his teeth captured her earlobe.
She moaned, her senses on fire as he continued his torture by licking the tender spot behind her ear. As he nipped a trail of bite marks down her neck onto her shoulder, she pressed her ass back into his erection, trying to unnerve him like he was doing to her.
She felt the rush of air next to her ear as he laughed.
“Not yet,” she felt his mouth right on top of her ear as he whispered, “I’m going to make you come and then I’m going to punish you for all the times you’ve disobeyed me; andthen, once I’m satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson, I’m going to fuck you until you pass out from the pleasure.”
She almost orgasmed then and there, she was wound so tightly. She felt her wetness soak through her underwear and she tried to rub her thighs together to ease the ache between them.
She whimpered as his right hand moved down from her breast and began to bunch up the front of her dress until he could reach through the high slit in the skirt. His left hand snaked up and under the neckline of her dress to knead her right breast, rubbing and pinching her nipple in turn, sending sparks down to her core. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she closed her eyes and let her other senses take over. His hand crept up her leg; she felt him smile against her neck as he felt the evidence of her arousal leaking down the insides of her thighs. As he brushed over the front of her thong, she shuddered, needing him to touch her.
Simultaneously, he pinched her nipple with one hand and cupped her mound with the other.
She cried out in frustration. “Please.”
“Not yet. Not until I say.” To make his point, all his caresses stopped for that brief moment.
Then, resuming his torture, he slid his thumb underneath the edge of her thong and slipped the front of the material to the side of her folds, unblocking his path. Dangerously slowly, he slid his middle finger down the center of her slick folds, applying pressure as he travelled over her clit, and continued right into her tight passage until his finger had disappeared completely inside her.
“God, you are so wet.”
She was dying.And then he flicked the tip of that finger inside her and she screamed, her knees giving way as she fought off the rolling waves of her orgasm that tried to drown her in pleasure.
“Not. Yet,”he growled, his hands stilling until he felt her tremors subside.
His finger slipped out of her, coated in her juices as he began to lightly and lazily flick them over her center, tightening the coil inside of her once more.
She wasn’t sure if she was moaning or saying the word ‘please’ over and over again. All she could focus on was the peak that was just outside of her grasp. She was unconscious of the tears that had begun to trickle down her cheeks from the unfulfilled pleasure that was about to burst in side of her. As he gently kissed each tear away, his fingers increased their pressure, rubbing at just the right speed to drive her crazy. Her pleasure drove him as his thumb moved in to take over stimulating her clit as the previous two fingers moved over her entrance.
“Please, Darcy,”she begged.
“Good girl,”she barely registered him whispering in her ear until he said the magic words, “Come for me. Now.”
With those words, his left hand pinched her nipple and his right fingers entered her completely, pushing into her as he thumbed her clit. She exploded into a million pieces, screaming his name and collapsing forward into his arms. She felt her passage clenching around his fingers over and over again as the contractions began to subside. He completely supported her until her legs regained their feeling and strength enough to stand.
Her mind though was still blank; her vision had gone white and she had seen stars. Every part of her felt like jelly and all she wanted to do was collapse onto the bed. As if reading her thoughts, his lips touched her ear with a smile.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
