Page 207 of Merciless Desires

My knees sang as they thudded again to the floor and my mind emptied of every argument it had created to fight this feral, unbridled urge.

My hands found their way to the crest of her hips. As they rested there, her quiet sigh caressed the top of my head. I pressed my forehead softly into her stomach. She had to stop me. I was a bad, bad man who’d tricked her into wanting something that didn’t exist. Sure, I had money, sure I lived in a damn castle. It didn’t change the fact I was no knight in shining armour. I was a beast. A scarred and deformed beast.

Her fingertips drew sketches across my crown and teased through my hair. Her breathing had slowed and steadied. I had to keep my heart as far from the thought I might have caused that as possible. I could give her what she thought she wanted, but I couldn’t let this madness become belief.

As I breathed her in, a sweet scent touched my nose, infusing my vision. Her need rose through the air making me dizzy.

I held my breath, then ran my hands down her hips and legs to her ankles. I wrapped my fingers around them and gently caressed the skin, almost weeping at how right she felt. Even slower still, I stroked my way back up her calves, pausing briefly in the dips behind her knees. She rocked on her heels, stabilising herself.

My breath quickened and my pulse raced when my fingertips trailed up the backs of her thighs. I stroked along the crease of her bottom to the outer edge of her thighs and the lace of her pants. With a loud sigh, I pressed my face into the fabric of her dress. It was the only thing separating my lips from her pussy.

The silk dragged against my face and I leaned back to let it pass. As my gaze flicked upwards, I caught a glimpse of fire in her eyes. My breath caught as I broke contact to see a small triangle of beautiful rose pink lace presented to me. The skin beneath wasn’t quite bare, which I liked. I wanted a virgin, not a child. In a beat I was overtaken. Her sweet scent, the shadow of her glance imprinted on my eyelids, and the heat of my need collided and I pressed my tongue to the lace. She gasped audibly and shuddered, which sent a ripple of shock down my neck and across my shoulders.

She couldn’t have faked that.

I’d given her no warning.

Something ripped me from the inside out, like a caged demon burning hell to smithereens. I looked up at her again and assessed the darkness clouding her eyes. She couldn’t actually want this, could she?

Her lips parted and mouthed a word. “More.”

My heart stopped, my stomach clenched and my cock leapt.

And I let the madness take me.

Chapter Twelve

Rose

His eyes blazed and he leaned back in towards me. A traitorous moan escaped my lips releasing the heaviness of my craving. His tongue flattened and made a wave motion against my lace underwear, dancing across my clit in delicious slow ripples. More soft gasps rolled off my lips as I savoured every sensation his tongue provoked. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, his thumb reached across and pulled the lace to one side. His hot, wet flesh against my clitoris made me shake. Suddenly, my pants disappeared, and as if I wasn’t already in heaven, his kisses and licks made my head spin. They were slow and teasing, always keeping me on the edge of bliss.

“Oh wow,” I gasped, resisting the urge to rotate my hips and chase his tongue. Each time I pressed forward slightly, he pulled back, enforcing full control. If he wanted me to feel the flat of his tongue, he’d give it to me when he chose to. If he wanted me to feel his lips sucking gently on my clit, he’d do it in his own time. The tension in my legs made me weak. I needed to come but I didn’t want this to ever end. He hadn’t given in yet, I could tell; he was simply giving me something he knew I desperately needed.

He paused briefly, his lips resting on my pussy. “Do you need to come, Rose?” His voice had deepened to almost unrecognisable depths.

“Yes,” I gasped. It took every ounce of effort to speak. “But I still want you inside me, Dax. I still want you to take my virginity.”

He stilled for several long seconds before flicking out his tongue again, making me jerk.

“Promise me. Please.”

He lifted his head and gazed up at me through thick black lashes. His lips were shiny with the evidence of my arousal. He grabbed handfuls of my bottom and fisted, the pain heightening my arousal even more. My skin bruised as he lifted me off the floor and sat me on the chair he’d leaned his weight on only minutes before.

“Relax,” he ordered, stroking the skin he’d just wrung out like a cloth. “I promise.”

He pushed my thighs apart and fed his tongue into my heat, planting a palm against my stomach when my body involuntarily bucked towards him. He alternated between burying his tongue inside me and sucking on my clit until the room turned white.

“Jesus Rose, you’re so wet,” he murmured as a fresh wave of lust poured out of me.

“You made me this way,” I choked out as the crest of the wave approached. I reached one hand behind me and grabbed the back of the chair while the other gripped his hair pulling him even deeper onto my clit.

God.

He clamped his mouth over me and sucked hard, swirling his tongue round and round until every single muscle in my stomach clenched hard. My jaw unhinged and a feral noise ricocheted off the walls as I shuddered through an intense orgasm.

I held him tightly as I rode it out, violent spasms almost folding my body in two. My heartrate barely had time to settle before I was lifted again and carried into his bedroom. Our eyes connected and held onto each other fiercely, not breaking as he laid me on the bed. My gaze flitted between his good eye and his white one, both appearing otherworldly and utterly perfect. He pressed one arm into the bed while he unzipped his trousers and pushed them down his legs. Without tearing my gaze from his, I unbuttoned his shirt until it hung open revealing a flash of scar tissue from his right shoulder to his belly button.

He settled between my legs, his cock hard and angled towards me, then he lowered his lips. He reached a hand into my hair and fisted it hard before kissing me softly. Everything about him screamed contradiction. One side hard, one side soft. One side blessed; one side damaged. He was yin and yang personified. Without war there can no peace. Without scars there can be no perfection.

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