Page 47 of Clawed
She held the thought in her head as his mouth brushed over hers, the aroma of minty toothpaste wafting from him, although she hadn’t seen him brush his teeth.For some crazy reason, he was right.She shouldn’t want him, yet she did.On some primal level, she was ready to be his once more.
His fingers slid from her jaw to her mouth, his thumb ducking past her lower lip until the edge of the digit slipped inside.Locking gazes with him, she froze as his thumb inched in further, slowly moving out again before sliding back inside.
A panicked part of her brain wanted to pull away and ask what he was playing at, but deep down, she already knew the answers.The small, sensual act was the head fuck, the next sign that she was his and that he’d have any part of her, any time he chose.
Worse still, though, was the knowledge that as his thumb fucked her mouth, she imagined how good it would be if it was his cock instead, her pussy clenching as she opened to receive more of him.It wasn’t reasonable to crave the man who’d captured her, wasn’t sensible to long for his authority, but then Lawes had never been equitable.
By the time he drew away, she was almost delirious with desire, and she knew, if he’d have asked, she’d have consented to almost any act he might have named.
“Arms above your head now.”His voice was gentle as he stepped away and urged her hands higher.“Bend them at the elbow.It’s time you were fully bared for me.”
Chapter Eighteen
What She Deserved
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MAGNIFICENT.
There was no other word for the woman who’d caught Lawes in her web and drawn him in with such inexplicable ease.
Standing there with her flushed cheeks and her smooth body, she probably thought she had a vague idea of what she did to him, of how her submission impacted and elevated him.Certainly, the hand that had grazed his throbbing dick had given her some insight, but despite her enthralling subservience and gasping, breathy mewls, he knew she didn’t really understand.
How could she?
She couldn’t feel what he felt, so she didn’t recognize the sense of repletion cascading over him.
He needed tomakeher comprehend.
Placing down the razor, he ran his finger lightly over the smooth surface of her underarm, trying not to evoke the same ticklish reaction he’d inspired with his prior exploration.Evidently, it hadn’t been too long since she’d last shaved—an act she’d probably undertaken to impress the imaginary Saul—but he’d carried out the final grooming task with the same precision and finesse he brought to every action.
Hannah, for her part, had been still and silent throughout, but not, he suspected, because she was worried about him nicking her delicate skin.He’d already rid her fabulous pussy of hair—a far more sensitive place than her armpits—so he doubted the process was causing the alarm he saw gleaming in her eyes.
More likely, he thought, that emotion was due to the lingering familiarity growing between them.He’d sensed the tug of that fractious affection mushroom when he’d slid his thumb between her soft lips, and he reckoned that she, too, was envisaging how it would have been if his cock had replaced that digit, and the plump lips he penetrated belonged to her sex and not her mouth.Certainly, that was where his mind had flown when he probed her.
“You can put your arms down.”For now.He bit back on the end of that sentence, knowing what was coming next.He’d allow her the respite because he understood it wouldn’t last long.“Now, you’re perfect.”
