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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
EVE
The heavy wooden door slams shut behind us as Henry sits me on the entry table. My legs spread open the instant he nudges my knees apart, and his hands encapsulate my face roughly before he descends on me again. I don’t have time to take in my surroundings as he nips the tip of my nose and rains hungry kisses over my cheeks and forehead.
Deep, wild breaths fan over my skin while his hands trail down my jaw and deft fingers unbutton the high neck of my dress. I’m not shy—I’ve never been shy—and it’s not going to start now. Dropping my hands to his belt, I unbuckle it quickly before he changes his mind.
“Jesus, Eve,” he hisses, grasping my wrists to stop me from unbuttoning his jeans. “Slow down, for fuck’s sake.”
Slow down? Glancing down at my chest, I note the open collar of my dress with a hitch of my brow.
“I wanted to do this.” A lopsided grin tugs at one side of his face as he leans forward, lowering himself while his hands cuff my wrists at my sides. With a deep inhale, he bends, burying his face in my neck.
Fuck! My pussy clenches hard at the first swipe of his tongue over my jugular. The hot trail burns deep into my bloodstream as he blows over it, kicking my heart into overdrive. Just when the sensation eases, he repeats the teasing swipe all over again, this time starting lower with a torturous nip of my collarbone. And this time, I can’t contain the blistering ache.
“Fuck.” The soft curse tumbles from my lips as my hands claw at the painted metal surface of the table.
A low laugh rumbles from him. It’s raw and with a taunting edge that tells me he’s enjoying torturing me with every languid stroke of his tongue over my skin. The more I squirm, the tighter he bands his hands around my wrists, slowly shifting them behind me until I’m braced on my hands and my body bows. It completely arches to his so that when he pulls back, releasing my wrists, he can tug the top of my dress down my arms, leaving me completely restrained and incapable of moving without falling back.
Henry smiles down at my breasts as they threaten to spill from the cream lace cups. The see-through fabric leaves nothing to the imagination. He can see how terribly hard my nipples are for him. He can see how swollen and heavy I am. And he likes it. Henry likes that I’m trussed up by my own lust, so needy that I can’t move, let alone think.
Caressing my thighs with his fingertips, he slowly edges my dress up until my underwear is on show. With a step closer, he hitches my knees over his hips without warning.
“Henry,” I whimper at the rake of nails on the underside of my thighs as he leans over me and bites my lip.
There’s no way I can stop him as he bites and laves at me from my mouth to my throat, and slowly, he curls to brace over me so that he can continue the torturous trail down to my chest. A low groan vibrates from him when he finds my nipple, and I gasp so deep that the air chokes me.
I’m gagging on my own breath, and he’s laughing at my despair. I can’t control the fissures of pain that crackle through me as he rolls my nipple between his lips, pulling at the turgid nub over the lace.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, I chant in my head as he moves from one nipple to the other. Over and over, he licks, bites, and pulls with deep sucks. My pussy is clenching tighter as my insides twist harder.
“Please,” I beg him to give me something other than this torturous foreplay. Every time I think he might just make me come, he pauses to watch me suffer.
It’s mean. Sadistic. So fucking frustrating that I want to scratch and claw at him. And I would if I wasn’t tied up in my dress. The more I beg, the more he teases me, taunting me with his wicked mouth until my pleasure is the most unbearable pain I’ve ever felt.
“Henry,” I sob, trying to drop my legs from his hips, but he just thrusts closer, opening me so wide that my groin screams for mercy even as my pussy weeps at the heavenly friction of his erection behind his buttoned fly. Every bump feels like a blessing as he rolls his hips, and I feel everything.
Glorious, glorious friction. I writhe beneath him, getting as much reprieve as I can from the agony of my unsated, highly strung need.
“You’re at my mercy now, darling.” He grins, pushing himself off me so that I’m left completely open to the cool air as it assaults me, snapping viciously at my hot skin.
“I’m not done yet,” he purrs when I breathe a sigh of relief.
“I can’t…I can’t…” I can't take any more. I’m aching in places I didn’t know I could ache in. My lungs are burning so fiercely that breathing is torture, and yet, I’m gulping down the leathery-scented air like I might never draw another breath again. The tears rolling down my temples are hot blades cutting deep into my skin. “I can’t…please. Please.”
Henry takes a step back and makes a show of slowly undressing himself. The sight is breathtaking, more so than I ever imagined it to be. I’m so lost. Every one of my senses is exhausted and overstimulated. I can’t feel myself anymore. I can only feel him as he comes back to me.
“You can, Eve,” he says, gripping my chin. “You have no choice but to take everything I give you. No choice but to give me what I want, and I want you wet for me. So fucking wet I can drink you up.”
“Fuck.” I choke out the curse with a gasp as my body does exactly what he asked for. My pussy is throbbing, squeezing as the heat of my arousal soaks through my underwear. I’ve never been this wet in my life. This needy. This fucking senseless.
Releasing my chin, he cups my breasts with both of his hands. With a pinch of my nipples between the V of his thumb and forefinger, Henry smiles down at me.
“You’re mine now. I get to do what I want to this body. My body,” he growls with a slap to my breast. “My body to torment. My body to tease.” Henry licks his lips as his eyes trail down to my pussy. “Mine to fuck…”
He slowly manoeuvres me onto my back before tugging the dress over my curves until it waterfalls down my legs, leaving me only in my underwear.
