Chapter 12 Iris #2
“I did.” His hand slides up from my waist, fingers splaying across my ribs just below my breast. “And then I found you in another ten. Face it, Iris. You never stood a chance.”
His hand slides lower, skating across my stomach, fingers spreading wide over the silk. My breath catches as he pauses at the hem of my dress.
“Tell me to stop.” His lips brush my ear. “Say the word and I will.”
I open my mouth. Nothing comes out.
“That’s what I thought.” His hand disappears beneath my dress, pushing fabric up my thighs. Cool air hits my skin.
I should fight. Should break free and run.
Instead, I arch into his touch.
His fingers trace the edge of my panties—delicate, exploratory. Testing. Then he presses against the soaked fabric and groans low in his throat.
“Fuck, Iris.” His voice roughens. “You’re drenched.”
Heat floods my face. Shame and arousal war inside me, neither winning.
“Don’t—”
“Don’t what?” He rocks his palm against me, dragging the wet silk across my clit. “Don’t point out how fucking wet you are? How turned on you got while hiding from me?”
A whimper escapes before I can stop it.
“That’s it.” His other arm tightens around my waist, holding me steady as he grinds his palm harder. “It’s so goddamn hot how scared you get. How your fear makes you this wet.”
“That’s not—” I gasp as his fingers slide beneath the fabric, skin to skin. “That’s fucked up.”
“Yeah.” He circles my clit with practiced precision. “It is.”
My knees buckle. He catches me easily, supporting my weight as pleasure spikes through me, sharp and overwhelming.
“You like being hunted,” he murmurs against the back of my neck. “Like knowing I could catch you anytime I want. That I’m faster, stronger, better at this game than you are.”
“No.” But my hips roll forward, chasing his touch.
“Liar.” He slides two fingers inside me, and I cry out. “Your pussy’s telling me the truth even when your mouth won’t.”
He pumps his fingers slowly, deliberately, thumb pressing circles against my clit. The dual sensation builds too fast, pleasure coiling tighter with each stroke.
“I felt it the first time I cornered you,” he says. “Felt how much you wanted this. How much you needed someone who could catch you.”
He pulls his fingers out, leaving me empty and aching.
“What—”
Alexi spins me to face him, grip bruising on my hips. His eyes are wild in the moonlight, pupils blown wide with lust.
Then he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.
My breath stops. Dies in my throat as I watch him taste me, watch his tongue slide along each digit with deliberate slowness.
“Christ.” His eyes flutter closed. “You taste even better than I imagined.”
Heat floods through me—embarrassment and raw arousal twisting together until I can’t separate them. Can’t think past the image of his lips wrapped around his fingers, of him savoring me like I’m something he’s been craving.
“That’s—” My voice breaks. “You can’t just—”
“I can do whatever I want.” His eyes snap open, pinning me in place. “You agreed to be mine for the night. Remember?”
My heart hammers against my ribs. The rational part of my brain screams that this is wrong, that I should push him away and run.
But the rest of me?
The rest of me wants to drop to my knees right here.
“One night,” I manage. “That doesn’t mean—”
“Doesn’t mean what?” He crowds closer, backing me against the wall. Concrete digs into my spine. “That I can’t touch you? Taste you? Make you come so hard you forget your own name?”
My knees threaten to give out. “This is insane.”
“Yeah.” His hand slides into my hair, fisting the strands. “It is.”
He yanks my head back, exposing my throat. I gasp, pulse jumping beneath my skin where his eyes track the movement.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” His lips hover a breath away from my racing pulse. “Tell me you want me to stop, and I will.”
I open my mouth.
Nothing comes out.
Because I can’t lie to him. Can’t pretend that every nerve in my body isn’t screaming for more.
“That’s what I thought.” His teeth graze my throat, not quite biting. “You want this just as badly as I do.”
He lifts me onto an old table shoved against the wall. Dust clouds rise around us as my ass hits the surface, but I barely notice because his hands are already pushing my dress up my thighs, bunching the silk around my waist.
“Wait—” My protest dies as he drops to his knees between my legs.
“No more waiting.” His fingers hook into my panties, yanking them down and off. “I’ve been thinking about this all night.”
Cool air hits my exposed flesh, and every survival instinct screams to close my legs.
But then his hands spread my thighs wider, and rational thought evaporates.
“Look at you.” His breath ghosts over my slick heat. “So, fucking perfect.”
He doesn’t give me time to respond. His mouth seals over my clit, tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves with devastating accuracy.
I cry out, hips jerking off the table. His hands clamp down on my thighs, holding me open, holding me still as he devours me like he’s been starving for this.
“Alexi—fuck—” My fingers scramble for purchase on the dusty surface, finding nothing to anchor myself against the onslaught of sensation.
He hums against me, the vibration shooting straight through my core. Then his tongue slides lower, pushing inside me, and white spots burst across my vision.
My hand flies to his hair, fisting the dark strands. I should push him away. Should maintain some control over this situation.
Instead, I pull him closer.
He groans, the sound muffled against my pussy as he fucks me with his tongue. Each thrust sends electricity crackling up my spine. His nose grinds against my clit with every movement, creating friction that builds and builds until I’m shaking.
“Don’t stop.” The words rip from my throat, desperate and broken. “Please don’t—”
He switches tactics, tongue circling my clit while two fingers slide inside me. The dual sensation pushes me right to the edge, pleasure coiling impossibly tight in my belly.
“Come on my face.” His voice vibrates against my flesh. “Let me taste it.”
His fingers curl, hitting that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. His mouth sucks hard on my clit.
I shatter.
My orgasm crashes through me in waves, back arching off the table as I come apart on his tongue. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, drawing out every pulse and spasm until I’m boneless and gasping.