Chapter 55 #2
With my nod, his thick fingers pull apart the knotted bow, and then he starts loosening the ties. My breath quickens as the fabric begins to gape, and he slips a hand down beneath bodice and frock, making me jump. His touch sears across my skin as he cups my breast and groans at my ear. “Perfect.”
Both hands go in then, his fingers pinching my nipples into points, making me whimper. I rock against his hardness, and he hisses out a breath.
“Estinya . . . I’m trying to be good here.” There’s a hint of chastisement, low with warning, and his grip tightens around my breasts, making them ache.
“Well, don’t,” I retort as I rock again, using his length to stack my desire higher and higher. “Stop holding back.” I drag myself over him in such a perfect way that my head tips in a shudder.
He lets out a ragged breath. “Fuck.”
I’m lifted so fast my head spins. He pulls my bodice up and over my head, and then breath whooshes out as he pins me chest-first on the bed. I frown, looking over my shoulder as he stands behind me.
He steps forward, hands melding to my bottom, squeezing and kneading through my skirt in a possessive hold that has me trembling. “When you tried to jump out of the window, I tended to you, just like this. Do you remember?”
How could I not? His touch had rattled me, our interaction leaving something unbound. Closer to an edge I refused to look over.
“Yes,” I say with a trembling breath.
“Good.” Another squeeze. Then a light smack that makes me gasp. “I was furious with you for attempting to flee in such a dangerous way. After I’d just sat for days at your bedside, worrying you were going to die of infection, and there you were, courting death from five stories up.”
My hands fist the blankets on the bed. “I’m sorry.”
“You weren’t,” he retorts, amusement tingeing his tone. “But you would’ve been if you’d known the things I was thinking after I tended your back. After I had you splayed . . . just like this. Bent over on my bed.”
My pulse trills from his confession, making my fingertips tingle.
If only he knew how my every sense had been focused on his touch. If only he knew how fiercely I was trying to battle the press of desire.
His hands move from gripping my ass to stroke up, and he tugs down my frock a few inches, leaning forward to press a kiss on my shoulder, right over a healed scar.
“Turn for me.”
Shakily, I flip so that my back is on the bed. He looms over me, one knee coming beside my hip, looking so full of sinful want that I shudder. He leans down toward my chest, and I quake when his tongue darts out to the sparkling spot at the corner of my eye.
“Do you know how obsessed I am with these freckles of yours?” he asks, before moving down so he can drag his lips against the one at my collarbone. “Tell me, do you have more hidden beneath this dress?”
Shivers sprout up, blooming against my skin. “Yes.”
He grabs my hand. “Show me.”
Gulping, I lower his grip with mine, easing his palm to my chest. “Here,” I whisper.
He licks a path against the side of my neck and then pulls my frock, tugging it over my straining breasts until the fabric is shoved down.
A breath mangles out between his teeth.
Right at the edge of my left breast, a freckle reveals itself. Another beside my belly button. “Look at you,” he rasps, his gaze full of hunger that makes my stomach dip.
Both hands cup my bare breasts, and his mouth comes down to lick at the sparkling spots, his ministrations nothing short of covetous.
I’ve secretly loved watching his hands and his mouth, but having them touch me so intimately is something else entirely.
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the feel of them.
“Where else?”
I have to force myself to focus while he plucks and plays with my nipples. I take his hand and press it to my outer left calf, and then pause, trembling before I move his fingers to the inside of my right thigh, notched up nearly to my groin.
He makes a low sound that gnaws right through me.
I release him, and he drags beneath my skirt, shifting up my left leg until he reveals the freckle on my calf. Then higher.
His eyes lock on mine as his fingertips graze across my center, making me jolt. He pulls up my skirt the rest of the way, until my entire dress is now bunched around my waist. We both look down, entranced, as his digit finds the secret freckle, so close to my aching core.
“Every inch of you is exquisite,” he says, before leaning down to scrape his jaw against my sensitive neck and press a kiss against my racing pulse.
He straightens up, pulling his touch away, and I whimper in disappointment. His lips tip up in amusement. “I need this off you.”
I nod, watching with wide eyes as he tugs my dress down over my hips and then off my body.
And I’m bared completely.
His exhale comes out with jagged ends and ripped pieces, his gaze a hungry rove that consumes me. “I have never seen something that’s made me want to never look away. Until right now, seeing you.”
My insides melt at his words, filling me with molten heat. “Now your turn,” I say.
His throat bobs with a thick swallow, and he drags his eyes up to lock on to mine. With his intense attention, his hand goes to the ties at his waist. I watch his efficient fingers undo the knot, and then he drops his pants, and I hear the thunk from his pipe hitting the floor.
A charge of lightning courses through my veins as I sit up, propping on my elbows.
Fates, he’s gorgeous.
The sight of him takes my breath away. He has smooth, tanned skin. Muscles that are rigid and hewn. Coarse hair over his legs, and a thin line trailing down to his groin. He looks like honey I want to lick.
And I’m no glutton, but I would gladly lap him up from navel to nape.
My mouth waters when my gaze drops to his cock. He’s thick, long, and completely rigid. I feel my stomach swoop from the sight of his hard length, and I wet my lips in intimidation.
In exhilaration.
When he wraps a fist around it and strokes, my body tenses with need. I’ve never mewled in my entire life, until right this second. I would be embarrassed, except I’m shaking with want, unable to stay still. Boiling over with a hunger he’s stoked to life.
“Wrap your hand around my cock.”
I shiver at his crude command and then tentatively reach for it. When my fist closes around him, he lets out a groan, his hand coming up to curl around mine.
“You’re so hot and hard,” I confess, reveling in the velvety heat of him. The steel beneath the silk.
I grip harder under his encouragement and slowly begin to stroke him, taking great pleasure when he rasps out a curse. His hand drops away to fondle my breast, and he watches with rapt attention as I move up and down over his stiff length.
“Such a pretty red,” he murmurs, and I look up at him with confusion until I follow his line of sight to the dark ruby color that’s begun to spread from my cuticles in blatant jeweled streaks down my fingernails.
I blink at the unfamiliar color, releasing him in surprise.
He catches my other hand and lifts it to his lips, pressing a kiss over my nails. “Let’s see if we can make that color spread, shall we?”
“What—”
He eases me down against the bed, my hair fanning around me as I gape up at him. He stands at full height, looming over me, his eyes glittering with sinful intent.
Then he grips my hips and yanks me farther down the mattress, making me squeal. But the sound turns into a gasp when he drops down and suddenly licks up my slit.
My hips nearly buck off the bed.
One hand comes up instantly, pinning me down, his mouth unrelenting.
I whimper as his tongue moves up to my budding center that throbs. He tongues that small bundle of nerves, making me shake, my eyes squeezing tight, my hands flying out to grip the bedding.
He latches on then and sucks, and my whole body lurches. “Oh, Fates . . .”
Another lick and stroke, and my hands grip his hair, tugging so hard it’s a wonder the thick strands stay attached to his head.
“Have . . . mercy . . .” I beg, bringing out a slow chuckle from him that rolls out like thunder.
“I’m going easy on you.”
He looks up, and the sight of his head notched between my legs is so wanton, so salacious, that it singes into my vision.
Slowly, he moves, gripping my hips to drag me up the bed with him. Then he’s tonguing my nipples, stiffening them, sucking with a pull that reaches from my breasts all the way down to that spot he just licked.
“These tits,” he says with an appreciative groan. “One of these times, I’m going to fuck my dick between them while I pump you full of my fingers as I make you come. I’m going to spill my seed all over your pretty pink nipples.”
My eyes go wide from his words. “Do people . . . do that?”
He falters for a moment. “Shame on him for being a fucking idiot,” he mutters before his expression intensifies. “I’m going to enjoy thoroughly scandalizing you.”
I blush, and he moves over me, his cock jutting proudly, a bead of moisture gathered at the tip. He drags it through my folds, and an incomprehensible sound blasts out of me.
With deliberate movements, he smooths his hot length back and forth, digging into my desire, making me mindless with yearning. I grind up into it, seeking the sustenance to sate my ravenous need. Showing him exactly what I want.
And what I want is—
“More,” I plead.
His mouth goes to my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Thank you,” I whimper.
He laughs again, low and rumbling. “Such a sweet fiend,” he praises. “Spread your legs.”
I swallow hard, stomach leaping at his dominant tone. Slowly, I spread them, opening like the petals of a flower.
“Very good.”
His praise would make me melt into a puddle of desire if it weren’t for how solid he is. He bolts his bent knees between my thighs and reaches down, fingers stroking so perfectly that I flinch with pleasure.
His cock juts up against me, branding against my skin with sizzling heat. Then he replaces his fingers by taking his cock in hand and dragging it over my clit with blunt, delicious strokes.