Page 85 of The Kiss Of Death
Again with that question. “I’m being generous.”
In my normality, I should have asked her to get on her knees and suck me until I came in her mouth or on her face, then let her deal with that mess alone. Making her lose control was the most alluring foreplay for now.
“I’m not ready for everything,” she gasped. “This is a big deal to me.”
My lips curled. “Too bad you met me.”
“You won’t hurt me,” she whispered, and her newly born trust sent something unwanted in my heart.
“You’re right; you’re not ready for the way I want to fuck you. The way I crave to own you. Break you and put the pieces backtogether. I have so many wicked fantasies, one hundred and sixty-one, to be precise, but those will have to wait. I wouldn’t want to scare you from the start. First, I need to prepare you for me.”
I pushed her panties aside, and my fingers spread her wetness. A groan tore from my throat. She was holding her breath, biting hard on her lower lip, searching around in fear of getting caught.
“Are you scared someone will see me finger-fuck you?” I kissed her earlobe. “Isn’t this what you want? That I make you come right here in the dark like a slut?”
My thumb stroked her clit, and she put a hand on my shoulder to hold on, her nails digging down my suit.
I lifted my brow, my lips curling. “Do you want me to stop, Dalia, or do you want me to give youourfirst orgasm?”
“Don’t,” she panted, her knees trying to close in, her hips buckling in from the friction.
I pinned them open. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
I slid one finger inside her, feeling her whole body clenching around me. She was so damn tight, I’d have to go slower than I thought. I pumped my finger in and out of her, the slick, wet noise echoing in the stillness of the room. Her brows curved inward, and she gasped.
“A full sentence, Dalia.”
“You know what I want,” she whimpered, her green eyes numbed with desire. “Don’t make me say it.”
I let go, pulling away my fingers, and the grasp I had on her wrists. “Say it.”
“I’m ashamed for you to see me like that. Especially you. I don’t know how to do this, and I still don’t know if I hate you or if I like you. You’re messing with my head!”
“Ashamed,” I repeated, humming. “We’ll have to change that. I’ll have to make you unlearn your beliefs more than I thought. I’m so hard for you, Dalia, I’ll probably have to go to the bathroom to deal with my issue here unless I fuck your sweet mouth. And I’m not ashamed of it.”
I thought I could maintain some semblance of control by finger-fucking her. I didn’t want her to be my damnation yet, but the day I’d break her innocence with my dick and suck her clit with my mouth, I’d be done for.
Blush bloomed on her cheeks again, and I trailed my fingers on my way up from her belly to stop at the underline of her breast.Ashamed for you to see me like that, she had said. I’d have to see even more of her to prove my point. I lowered the top of her dress underneath her breasts so I could have a full view of them. I hated myself for having found a corner invisible from the cameras, or else I’d have gladly kept that footage.
I swept my thumb over her rosy nipple and tugged on it, making her come to me. “Are you still ashamed? Ashamed that you’re soaking wet for me, your breasts fully visible to me like a dirty little slut?” I palmed her breast, kneading her nipple, and she moaned. “Ashamed that you want me to slide my finger back in your tight pussy?” My dick pulsed in my trousers as I grabbed her throat. “It’s no shame what you’re feeling—it’s pleasure—and from where I’m standing, you have nothing to be ashamed of.”
She had everything to entice me, to make the beast inside me go savage to possess her.
She closed her eyes and blurted out, “I want you to continue what you were doing with your fingers. It was nice. And this, this is nice too.”
I smirked, then dipped down, sucking on her hard nipple, taking her breast into my mouth. I pushed a finger back inside her while she bounced on the wall. I circled my thumb over herclit, her wetness dripping down her thighs. I claimed her neck again, her breathing increasing, her chest heaving.
“Yes,” she moaned, her nails digging down my shoulder to keep herself steady.
I increased the pressure on her clit, and she burrowed her head in the hollow of my neck.
“Look at me,” I ordered, my voice hoarse with need.
She threw her head back, her beautiful, wide eyes settling on me.
“I’m feeling hot,” she panted, her eyes pinching shut again.
