Page 107 of Forbidden Empire
So I nudged his shoulders, and he let me, rolling onto his back and watching me with a curious look. I couldn’t help grinning at the expression. I raised a brow at him, all mock-seductive.
“Your turn, handsome,” I said, climbing over him and straddling his hips.
His cock was already hard as hell, pressed against my dripping pussy, like he wanted in. Not yet, though. That wasn’t what I wanted, not for the moment.
Instead, I leaned down, my hair falling around our faces, shutting out the rest of the world. I looked straight at him. And for once, his face was soft, not just full of hunger, but something else, too.
He smiled at me, not cocky or teasing, just honest. For a second, I wondered if Aidon liked me.
Maybe this wasn’t just about sex after all.
And maybe he saw me, too, with the same look.
My gaze flickered away, my pulse ticking with the uneasy truth: safety here was an illusion, at best. I didn’t trust him. He didn’t trust me, either.
Still, there we were, stripped bare, bodies and secrets and all. Letting each other in, inch by careful inch, even if it made zero sense. But I wasn’t about to waste time or brain cells on the why. Untangling all that could wait. I had one thing on my mind.
His cock. Sweet, thick, begging for attention.
So I let him set the pace, following his lead. I trailed kisses along his neck, down to his chest, and clamped my teeth around his nipple to see him flinch.
He gasped, and I couldn’t help grinning as I kissed my way lower, tongue skating down each line of his six-pack. My lips brushed his treasure trail, soft dark hairs rasping against my tongue, making my clit jolt and ache.
I didn’t try to make sense of it. I just wanted more.
“Esme, fuck, woman!” I couldn’t help but grin. I loved that I could do this to him.
I loved knowing I could make him lose control, make his toes curl, make him shudder from something only I could give.
There was a power in it, not the usual kind we fought over, but something different, something heady and addictive.
Knowing I could make him come, make his cock hard and flushed and aching for me? It was intoxicating. The best kind of rush. The kind I’d never give up without a fight.
I moved down, lips trailing toward his cock, but I didn’t touch it. Not yet. Instead, I kissed around it, careful to avoid any contact with my mouth. If he wanted to tease, I could tease right back. Fair is fair.
“You teasing little vixen,” he growled, catching on.
That made me smile wider. I dragged my lips along the top of his thigh, slow and lazy, then dipped down between his legs, licking the skin right beside his balls, ignoring the way his cock strained for attention.
Taking a page out of his playbook, I exhaled, slow and steady, letting the warm rush of air drift over the bared skin of his upper thighs. He groaned, louder this time, and I couldn’t help but notice how his cock twitched, straining up into the air like a plant starving for sunlight.
I dragged my tongue down his thigh, then back up again, this time grazing his balls. He moaned and lifted his hips, eager, but I shifted my mouth away.
“Dammit, Esme!” he grumbled, all protest and frustration.
I almost burst out laughing.
I was in control here, not him.
And I knew it drove him nuts, which just made me want to keep going.
I reached out and curled my fingers around his shaft, hot and velvety in my hand.
“Yes, fuck!” he gasped, keeping his eyes glued to me.
A teasing grin tugged at my lips as I drew the head of his cock close, letting it brush my bottom lip before moving away again.
“My god, woman, you’re pure evil,” he groaned.
