Page 47 of Forbidden Intent

“Trust me.You’ll be ready someday and I’ll know.”His confidence should be reassuring, but it isn’t.What happens if he’s wrong?I don’t want to let him down if I never get there.

Before I let my thoughts completely derail this night, he’s stroking my cheek with his thumb, kissing me again, his lips demanding and firm against my mouth.All thoughts are obliterated from my mind, and I let my body sag against his.

My nipples stiffen in my bra adding to the sensation of rubbing up against him.His warm, rough palms slide across my bare hips and around my back, sliding up until he reaches the nape of my neck and squeezes it with one hand while the other tips my chin up.He breaks the kiss and pierces me with a fierce look.

“None of that tonight,” he says, his voice deep and controlled in a way I’ve never heard before.

“What?”I whisper.

“You know exactly what.”He fixes me with a stare, and the need to please him is strong.

“Okay,” I say.How can I possibly argue with him when he’s looking at me like that, touching me like that?

“Good,” he says, and then steps back.“Now, lie back.”His tone brooks no argument and I immediately do as he says, resting my head on my black satin pillow and lying comfortably on my back.

“Fuck, you look so good like that, Baby Girl.All laid out for me.Are you ready?”

I nod, my voice trapped in my dry throat.

He grabs the feather and crawls on the bed, resting on his knees.“Now the thing about touch,” he says as he slowly starts to slide the feather up and down my arm, “is that it can be so many things—rough, gentle, hard, soft, functional, sexual.”He drags that last word out while the feather moves from my arm, across my collarbone and down to circle my bra-clad breasts.My breath catches in my throat when he slides a finger across the edge of my bra.

“Can I pull this down?”

“Yes,” I say hoarsely, fighting the urge to wiggle my hips and get him to move down to that spot at the apex of my thighs.

He gently moves the cup of my bra aside with one hand and uses the other to drag the feather over my peaked nipple.A gasp escapes my throat as I arch my back slightly, my body instinctually wanting more.

Miles watches me intently, his gaze intense and hungry.He slides the feather between the valley of my breasts and down my stomach before he climbs off the bed and moves to my other side.He follows the same trail and gives equal treatment to my other breast, his touch nearly as light as the feather he’s using.I glance to the nightstand where he’s placed all his other props and wonder how I’ll survive him using them all on me.

“Am I boring you?”he asks, his voice still controlled and not giving any hint to how touching me is affecting him.If I couldn’t see the prominent bulge in his pants, I’d think he wasn’t affected at all.

“No,” I say.Why would he even think that?

“Then why are you looking at the nightstand when you should be watching what I’m doing to you?”

He slides the feather over my underwear, right over my clit as he speaks, and I now fully understand the term “feather-light touch” because holy shit, just that gentle graze has me nearly ready to explode.

My fingers grip my comforter.“Oh my God.”

Miles leans over me, his body hovering but not touching mine, and whispers in my ear.“Not yet, Baby Girl.But I’ll be your god soon.”

His words are a caress as much as a promise and I feel them everywhere as if they were fluttering across my skin the way the feather did.

He pulls away, and a rush of cool air slides across my skin, causing a chill to replace the warmth of his body.My gaze is now glued to Miles as he moves to the nightstand.He stands there, staring at his props before looking back at me.His gaze slides over my body before he looks back at the nightstand and selects the flogger.

“I had plans to make this last for hours, but I don’t think I can.You’re too tempting.”

“What are you going to do with that?”I ask, my gaze focused on the flogger in his hand.

His eyes soften.“Nothing painful, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

I think about the pain when he bit my lip and how surprisingly electrifying and sexual it felt.“I don’t know that I’d mind if it was a little painful.”

Surprise lights up his eyes.“I’ll keep that in mind, but no pain for now.I’ve only got pleasure on the agenda for tonight.”

He traces the same path with the flogger that he took with the feather, following the movement with his tongue and mouth.The sensation of thick leather followed by the wet, rough texture of his tongue lights up my nerve endings until I’m a writhing mess on the bed, my legs nearly shaking from the need to come.

Unlike before, he doesn’t run the flogger—or his tongue, much to my disappointment—over my clit.Instead he kneels between my legs and slides it up and down each leg before dropping the flogger to the floor and using his hands, gently massaging the tension out of my aching muscles.

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