Chapter Twenty-Four #2
“No, I don’t need your money,” I said, though I had no idea why.
I could certainly use the money. Who couldn’t these days, with rent rising, food going through the roof, gas, etc.
, etc. My job certainly wasn’t giving out much in the way of raises, that was for sure.
But taking Ember’s money to keep my mouth shut felt wrong. I couldn’t do it.
Yet another sign he’s got a hold on you.
“Okay. What do you need?” he asked.
You.
I wanted to say it. I nearly did, almost caving to the longing in my heart.
I opened my body toward him, arching slightly backward, finally meeting his gaze for more than a second.
My body language had to be screaming out for him, an obvious sign, even if I couldn’t say the words myself. But would he take it?
Ember’s lips crushed against mine without warning, taking me by surprise with the swiftness of his action.
The dam didn’t crack and slowly crumble.
It exploded outward in a wave of lust that ended with me pinned to the door jamb, Ember’s body holding me while his hands grabbed my waist and lifted me from the floor.
I responded by wrapping my legs around his waist. He was too large for me to lock my ankles behind his back, but I tried, holding tight with my arms around his neck while he pushed his tongue past my lips, exploring me with that gentle, restrained roughness that all men seemed to possess.
Heat poured off his body and warmed mine. I gasped and was forced to breathe harder through the air as it shimmered with the heat he exuded. His touch seared my skin wherever he found exposed patches, his nails scratching gently, leaving burn marks.
He set me down, my inner thighs and hips brushing against the bulge in his pants, causing him to growl in delight.
Before I could go for it, though, he had my pants undone and pulled to my knees.
He moved roughly, yanking them down, and I braced myself for a sudden hurricane of action between my legs.
Once again, he surprised me. I watched his eyes light on me, staring with wide eyes as he dragged a single, solitary finger down my stomach and across the inside of my thighs.
I hissed at the heat spreading from everywhere he touched.
That sparked a fire of desire in him, and he switched to the other leg.
It wasn’t happening, was it? I was imagining it. I had to be. All a dream. His touch was driving me crazy. I was nearly humping his leg, and he hadn’t even touched my clit yet. How would I survive actually having sex with him if the foreplay was enough to melt my mind and body to mush?
That presumed we were going to have sex.
“Oh, god, damn, you’re good at that,” I moaned as he finally teased me through my underwear, brushing against my throbbing clit.
I could smell the arousal in the air and knew it had to be flooding his senses.
His eyes glittered with red-orange fire, literal fire, which had to be the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“You smell … irresistible,” he growled, burying his face in my neck, biting me gently before following it up with numerous tiny kisses. “God-King, you taste so good.”
The way he was groaning, I had to wonder who was pleasing whom? My body was trembling. I had to hold on to the door jamb behind me, my legs threatening to give out at any moment.
“Don’t you dare fall,” he ordered in my ear.
My body responded to his command, straightening slightly.
But his renewed efforts between my legs left me with soaked underwear and tremors running through my body, making it hard to fight against. He was driving me swiftly, pushing me toward that ultimate ending, and I could make no promises about what I would do when we got there.
Days of pent-up lust were being drawn from me, sucking in energy, preparing to explode.
Ember slid an arm behind me and gripped my waist from behind.
At the same moment, he deftly pulled aside the last flimsy piece of fabric and slid his finger through my soaking wet lips and up to my clit, drawing the wetness with him.
I moaned louder, burying my face in his neck, unable to speak, to do anything other than focus on what he was doing to me.
I shivered, which turned into a tremble that only intensified.
“Oh. My. God,” I hissed through a clenched jaw, every muscle in my body going rigid, locking me down. “Holy fuck, Ember. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, holy shit. Oh my god.”
At some point, I lost the ability to speak words.
Moans became cries. My fingers dug deep into his skin as he continued to toy with my clit, taking me to the edge, but at his own speed.
He never once sped up or slowed down. I was marching to his tune.
He commanded my body in a way no one had ever done before.
Without trying, he’d made me submit to his control.
“Do you want to come?” he rumbled in my ear.
I nodded.
“Say it,” he ordered, his voice dropping.
“I want to come,” I hissed, shaking so hard I was relying on him to hold me up. My knees were no longer responding.
“Say please.”
“Please, I want to come. Oh, fuck. I’m so close.”
He growled, pleased. “Who are you going to come for?”
“You,” I said. “I’m going to come for you!”
He was fucking hot, taking command like that. My mind, my body, my everything. I would do anything he asked as long as he kept going.
“Do it,” he growled, his finger moving just a little bit harder, adding a hair more pressure. “Come for me.”
It was more than I could take. I cried out, burying the sound in his skin, tasting his fire in a way I could never adequately describe as my body convulsed in his arms. It was the most intense sensation someone had ever produced from me, and it simply went on.
I had no idea how long I came for, but by the time I was done, I was breathing hard, the back of my neck sweating slightly under my hair as I sagged against his body.
His very hard body. All of it was rigid and thick as his heart pumped blood into every muscle.
“Can you stand?” he asked after an eternity, using his body weight to push me upright against the door.
“Maybe,” I squeaked.
Slowly, he made me use more of my body weight, until I was properly standing. Then he leaned in again, his lips brushing against my earlobe, sending fresh shivers down my spine.
“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing my jaw and then my neck before he stood up, his shoulders going back. “Now, is there anything else you need?”
Were we done? I was confused. He was returning to the subject of him sending me home tomorrow and what he could provide for my silence.
“A promise,” I said, deciding to go a different route. I smiled, rubbing my hand against his cock. “That after you’ve solved things back home, you’ll find me. Tell me how it went.”
And touch me some more.
Ember stiffened and stood up, pulling himself away from my fingers. “I … I cannot promise that,” he said uncomfortably. “I’m sorry, Dela. I would if I could. But I can’t. I must do what is best for the princedom. What is demanded of me. I’m sorry. This … this has to be the end.”
He turned away and went down the hall in a hurry, leaving me both satisfied and completely high and dry.
“Good job, Dela,” I spat, angry at myself. I’d gone and done it again. I’d been trying to flirt, to see if he’d come back for seconds, or something, I don’t know. My brain, cleared now, had still been half-addled from my incredible orgasm.
Once again, I’d tried to force something more serious where it wasn’t meant to be.
I could have made him promise he’d touch me again once we were in the bedroom.
Or that he’d let me repay the favor. Or that he’d fuck me with as much skill as he’d fingered me.
Anything but a commitment, which it seemed I was destined never to have.
“Idiot. You’re an idiot,” I grumbled, stepping inside and closing the door.
There was no point in dressing. I would be heading into the shower to rinse off my orgasm and my shame.
I didn’t know in what order.