Page 17 of Perfect Convergence

He nips at my neck before running his lips down to my collarbones. Then he pushes me onto the bed so I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me. I reach out to touch his arms, but he grabs my wrists and pins them to the mattress. With an appreciative sound, he leans down and licks one of my nipples.

As a whimper escapes my mouth, I arch my back.

“Did Adam ever make you scream, love?”

“Once or twice,” I say on a breathy exhale, quickly followed by a moan when he sucks on my nipple.

“Are you going to scream for me?”

I giggle. “I think that depends on how good you make it.”

“Oh, love. You just wait.” He swirls his tongue in a torturously pleasurable way that has me squirming and moaning. When he switches to my other nipple, I’m pretty sure I’m so wet that I’m soaking the sheets beneath me.

Finally—finally—he rolls off of me, settling on his side next to me. He leans on his elbow, trailing his fingers down my body until I’m shuddering at his feather-light touch.

All on its own, one of my hands reaches down so I can find some relief, but he grabs it.

“Just because I let go of your wrists doesn’t mean you can move them, Wren. They stay on the bed or I’ll stop.”

With a little gasp, I let my arm fall down, fisting the sheets instead.

He kisses the tip of my nose. “Good girl.” And with that, one of his fingers brushes over my entrance, feeling how wet I am, before circling my clit.

“Say it again,” I whisper. “Please. Please, Elliot.”

He smirks. “I will. After you scream my name loud enough that everyone in the building hears.”

Groaning, I shut my eyes, focusing on the way he’s touching me. His mouth goes back to sucking on one of my nipples, and all of a sudden it feels like I could come really, really quickly.

I grip the blankets. “Oh god, Elliot, I’m so close.”

He slows his finger, and I feel the beginnings of my orgasm slipping away. When I open my eyes, he gives me a devilish grin, slowly licking around my nipple.

“No,” I whimper.

“You’ll come when I say you can, love, and not a moment sooner.”

Then he’s back to circling my clit with his finger. Three more times, he brings me close to the edge, just to let it fade away again. By the fourth, I’m practically sobbing and begging him to let me come.

When he nods, finally giving me the permission I need, I fall so fast and so hard that it feels like I disconnect with reality for a moment. The scream is ripped from my throat, but I’m barely conscious of it.

When I come down, Elliot is watching me with a smile on his face. “Mesmerizing,” he murmurs. “Absolutely mesmerizing. Such a good girl.”

He kisses me, and my lips move against his sloppily. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, he eats it up, wrapping me in his arms like he can’t get enough of me.

When he pulls away, I gasp in a breath, clutching his arms.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better. Although I’m not sure if it’s because of the orgasms or the pain meds.”

“I don’t care what the reason is, as long as you’re in less pain.” Sitting up, he pulls me with him. “Go pee. I’m going to get you some water.”

In the bathroom, I glimpse myself in the mirror. After going about my business, I do my best to fix my messed-up hair and wipe the wild-eyed look off my face.

By the time I get back to the bedroom, I’ve caught my breath. Elliot is on the bed, still shirtless, propped up against the headboard.

“Come here,” he says, patting the mattress beside him.

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