Page 100 of A Forbidden Arrangement
Need pools in my stomach, excitement like a live wire under my skin.
I nod, barely breathing.
Xander shifts me gently, guiding my legs apart until I’m open to him, and settles between my knees. He brushes his knuckles over my clit, shooting pleasure through me. The first stroke pulls a moan from me that doesn’t sound like my own.
He looks up at me through his lashes, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Already wet for me.”
The heat in my cheeks spreads down my neck. I want to look away, but I can’t.
He circles me again, just enough to make my hips shift. His gaze flicks up, watching every reaction. “Have you been thinking of me when you touch yourself?”
He presses hard, and pleasure shoots through me. “Yes.”
“I want to see you.” His voice is low and even, but there’s a quiet strain under it, like he’s hanging on to control by a thread.
My fingers curl against the sheet. “You want me to?—”
“Show me,” he growls.
I hesitate for a second, then move my hand between us. The touch feels different with him watching, more electric, more real. My breath comes quicker, shallow and uneven.
The sound he makes is rough and low, almost a groan.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “You look perfect like this.”
His hand covers mine, guiding the rhythm for a few beats before he pulls away. His mouth trails down my stomach, each kiss leaving a damp heat behind.
He grips my knees and rests them over each of his shoulders, leaving me on full display. I slow, but he cuts in.
“Don’t stop.” His voice is rough, almost hoarse. “I’m not done watching yet.”
The words alone make me tremble. I can’t tell if it’s embarrassment or need, but it doesn’t matter.
He watches me, murmurs for me to go faster or slower, keeping me on the edge of my release until I’m desperate for him to touch me.
“Xander,” I beg. “Please.”
He chuckles.
With his palm against my tailbone, he presses up until I’m completely arched, only my shoulders and head on the mattress. I can’t begin to process what’s happening when he circles my fingers with his tongue.
I cry out, reaching for him but unable to.
He stops, clicking his tongue. “Did I tell you to stop?”
My eyes burn, my teeth clenched together as I circle my clit between my fingertips, then sink two fingers into my core.
He hums in approval. Hot breath fans over me, sending shivers dancing up my spine. Lungs burning for air, all I can do is wait.
His tongue flattens on my back hole. I jerk in surprise, the shock melting fast into something sharper.
He grips my thighs, holding me open as his tongue circles, slow and precise.
“Oh my God.” My voice cracks.
I can barely think, barely breathe. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
He drops my legs to the bed and pulls back long enough to reach for the nightstand. The faint click of the drawer makes my heart race.
