Page 53 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

He wrapped his hand around my nape and pressed his lips to mine, like he owned me. I guess he did for the night. A desperate moan left my lips. An unfamiliar flame licked up my spine for more of his touch.

Contrary to all my previous kisses with any man, the way this man kissed me melted all my worries away.Like Maxim,my brain whispered. This man made me feel like Maxim was kissing me. Even his lips tasted like Maxim.

The second his tongue lashed against mine for a fiery kiss, dominating me, I focused on this very moment. It was too hard to think about anything else. God, he tasted amazing. While his lips were ravishing me, his other hand squeezed my ass and pulled me closer against his hard body. His lips trailed down my neck, nipping at it, marking me. His fingers traced down my thighs, his touch searing my skin in their wake.

“Bend over the couch,” he ordered.

I blinked, confused. I thought we were still at the entrance but somehow we made it to his living room.

I saw the couch he referred to and my body immediately obeyed as a strange sensation shot through me. I had never had a man order me so firmly in the bedroom. Lachlan tried but my instinct was to fight him for control. With this man, all I wanted to do was feel and surrender. It utterly electrified me. Maybe because this was forbidden, kinky, weird. Hell if I knew. I just needed more of it.

I felt so exposed, his hand lightly roaming over my naked back, leaving a simmering trail in its wake. I had never wanted a man as much as I wanted this one at this moment.

I raised my eyes and the window stretched through the entire wall of the living room, overlooking the Thames River and city of London. The city glittered under the moon and it was a sight to behold.

His body pressed against mine and instantly the beautiful city sight was forgotten.

“Do you want me to finger you, love?" His voice was raspy, commanding, his mouth right at my ear. I felt his teeth tug on my earlobe with his teeth and my legs actually wobbled. Thank God I was bent over the couch for support.

I swallowed hard. "Yes," I answered.

"Then beg me to put my finger inside you." I hated to beg, but upon hearing his order, I felt more evidence of my desire trickle down my inner thigh.

I swallowed, my heart thundering. But there was no denying it, there was nothing I wanted more right now than to reach for another earth-shattering orgasm. And this man could give it to me. Oh my God, I wanted this man; this complete stranger.

"Please finger me." The words fell off my tongue without effort. My cheeks warmed with shame and excitement.

"You can do better than that, love." Shivers ripped through me as I bent over for him, at his complete mercy.

"Please, Luke. I just need to feel your fingers working inside of me. I need them. I need you. Please." The way I was positioned, I knew he could see every single intimate part of me. My cheeks warmed but I couldn’t deny the truth. Shivers rippled through me at being bent over for him, at his complete mercy. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I had a feeling I’d like it.

“Good girl,” he crooned as he pushed his finger inside me. “Fuck, you are so wet. Is that for me?”

Oh my God, I would die any second. My heart thundered and my body burned with need. I pushed myself against him, his chest against my naked back.

“Mm-hmmm.”

“Use words,” he replied sternly. “Who are you wet for?”

“You.” The word left my lips on a moan as I wiggled my butt at him. God, I needed him. I wanted this.

His one hand came around me, cupping my breast and pinching a nipple. A sharp inhale escaped me. His hand traveled downward, the touch seductive and hot.

“Good answer,” he rumbled in praise. He touched my clit gently and then slid his finger through my wet entrance.

“Oh!” A moan escaped me as he slowly finger fucked me.

“So wet. I’m going to drive my cock into you so far, you’ll feel me tomorrow.” My breathing labored, it was the only sound filling the quiet penthouse. “I’m going to fuck you hard all night. Everywhere.”

“Y-yes,” I whispered. His knuckles kept brushing against my clit as he finger fucked me and my body shook with the need only he could sate right now.

His finger in my pussy felt divine. I could already feel the pleasure building up. He continued to finger fuck me, adding another finger.

Through my moans and the hazed desire in my brain, I heard the zipper on his pants go down. I trembled with anticipation. I wanted him inside me. The pleasure kept building up, reaching for the heights that I have experienced mere thirty minutes ago. And I was ready for it again. I needed it again.

“You want my dick?” His voice rumbled in my ear, his chest pressed against my back.

“Yes.”

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