Page 36 of Tempt Me (Dark Odyssey 4)

I feel it deeper the longer I stay close to her. It’s so strong she looks away from me, but I catch her face and focus her stare back on me.

Fuck this frustration. What am I waiting for?

I hold her face with one hand and with the other, I undo the belt to the robe. I look down at her as the cloth falls open, revealing her breasts. She’s wearing panties. That’s all.

Her breath hitches when I rub my fingers over her mound. I move the lace back from her panties then slip my fingers into her pussy.

My cock hardens straightaway when I feel how wet she is for me.

“You’re wet,” I point out with a devilish grin, and she tries to look away, ashamed. “Your body betrays you again, Bellezza. You’re trying to leave, when it really looks like you want to stay.”

“You can’t keep me here forever.”

I can’t. I know I can’t, but I can’t give her an answer either. I haven’t cooled off enough from the shit her father put me through to give her a sufficient answer. The truth is, she fascinates me.

She seems to be the first woman in a long time whom I’ve felt that spark of need for, and I crave it.

I add another finger to her pussy and start pumping harder, faster, and she does her best to look like she’s not enjoying it. She fails after a few seconds and bites down hard on her lip to hold in a moan. I release her face, and she continues to hold it in, so I pump harder, faster, and thanks to the few minutes I got up close and personal with her earlier, I learned a thing or two about what makes her give in to her inner desires.

So, when I lower my mouth to suck her tits, I know she’ll cave, and she does.

Her tits already look ripe and puckered, begging to be sucked, by the time I taste her nipples. They pebble hard like diamonds.

I move from one to the other, sucking hard, encouraged by her moans of pleasure, as I continue to finger-fuck her until I feel her clit harden up too. But fuck… it’s the simplest of things that drives me over the edge.

It’s her hand.

Her delicate hand smooths up my shoulder, soft and searching, caressing. Her long, elegant fingers run over my shoulders and flutter over to my neck, where she continues to stroke the skin there. I pause my suckle to look at her.

She’s panting and aroused. Lost in need and want for me, completely at my mercy. It’s that what makes me greedy.

It’s that what makes me crave more, and I haven’t truly had her yet.

I catch her face once more, and she comes to my lips like an obedient servant.

I kiss her, and she kisses me back with reckless abandon, giving herself to me. Our tongues tangle and twist, and I taste her.

The taste seals everything else. I pull away from her lips and gaze down at her lust-filled eyes.

“I’m clean… we’re doing this now,” I practically growl, ripping the robe from her. I want her body on show while I fuck her. “You hear me?” I ask because she looks numb.

“Yes,” she answers, and I start undoing my pants.

Chapter Eight

Ava

I’ve gone past the stage of asking myself what I’m doing. I’m pretty certain now that I’ve bordered on the edge of madness.

It’s the only thing that can explain what I’m doing.

I rest against the wall, naked again, with the same man before me. My damn mouth waters as I watch him undo his pants, the belt first, then his zipper. He pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his massive cock to spring free.

It’s big, and the fat mushroom head is glistening with pre-cum.

I’m crazy, completely crazy, and I won’t admit anything, not even to myself, because I don’t want this. I don’t, but… I do.

I can’t.But… I am.

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