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She swallows hard, the elegant slope of her neck bobbing.
“I told you this night was all about you, and we are far from finished.” I teeter on the edge of my seat, eyes locked to hers.
Crimson coats her cheeks, and she crosses her legs. “I think I’m good.”
“One orgasm?” A chuckle squeezes through my clenched teeth. “You think I’m an amateur?”
“Nico…”
“Maisy…” I echo her wary tone. “You deserve this. After what you’ve been through, you’ve earned a night of pampering, of limitless pleasure. Just think of it as a long overdue apology for the warehouse incident.”
“I think you’ve done enough.” She eyes her freshly bandaged ankle.
I spring to my feet and stalk toward her. She scrambles back on the bed, her eyes wide. Her robe parts as she crawls backward exposing her bare beneath. A growl vibrates my entire chest at the sneak peek of her pussy and those auburn curls. Merda. I’ve always been a sucker for redheads, but just one look at Maisy and I’m on fire.
I crawl up her body, cursing every shred of clothing that stands between our bodies. Perhaps I was too hasty earlier. Promising not to use my cock was a mistake. A big one I’d be paying for all night.
Her legs part for me without even having to ask. Dio, she wants this. As fucked up as this thing between us is, she craves me as much as I desire her. I fix my eyes to hers, scrutinizing the deep emerald and the tiny flecks of gold that blaze like the sun.
“Are you scared of me, little fox?” I whisper as I drop some of my weight on her. She’s tiny, fragile, and wounded right now. I could crush her beneath my body alone.
“No.” She grits her teeth and glares up at me.
“Mmm, so feisty. Good answer.” I lick my lips, and her eyes trace the movement of my tongue. “Are you ready to come again?”
Her thighs clamp around my hips even as she shakes her head.
“Liar,” I whisper. “I bet your pussy is still drenched.” Lifting up an inch, I run my hand between our bodies and down the inside of her thigh. “Shall I check?”
Her head whips back and forth. “No, don’t.”
“Because you’re afraid I’m right? Or because you truly don’t want another orgasm?” I whisper the words, my mouth hovering over hers. Dio, how I want to claim those full lips. The desire is almost greater than my need to taste that sweet pussy. But I know she’d never let me. For some odd reason, for women a kiss is so much more intimate. It’s absurd really.
Her eyes squeeze closed, and she breathes out a soft exhale. “Both.”
“I think you’re lying, Maisy. I think you’re simply embarrassed to admit the truth. You hate the fact that your body reacts to me, to my touch, to my fingers. I’d wager no one has ever made you come like that in your life and you’re dying for me to do it again.” I pause, my fingers dancing toward her seam. “Am I right?”
“No.” It’s nothing more than a whimper, and her weak denial alone betrays her.
I slide my finger through her wet folds, and a moan fills the mere inches between our lips. “Liar,” I hiss out again. “So you don’t like this?”
Her back arches as my finger inches toward that sensitive nub. “No,” she utters weakly.
“So you want me to stop?” I pause my finger’s wicked dance.
Her head slowly dips, but her lips press into a tight line.
“You want me to leave?”
A flash of fear darkens the brilliant luster of those emerald orbs. Her hands find their way to my lower back, and that simple touch has my entire body aflame.
She doesn’t have to say another word. I crawl down her body and spread her legs, fitting myself between her thighs. She’s so wet her arousal glistens on her curls. I inhale a deep breath, scenting her natural perfume then hazard a glance up to meet her eyes.
They’re wide, pupils blown out as she watches me.
“Mmm, little fox, you smell like the sweetest sin and the promise of pure salvation.”
A giggle bubbles from her pretty pink lips. “Oh my gosh, that mouth.”
