He was rock-hard and impatient, but the need was exquisite torture. With a few deft tugs, her corset strings loosened, and he pulled it over her head. She raised her arms to help remove it, and he was instantly entranced by the curve of her arm. So delicate and feminine. He ran soft fingers down the length of that arm and was rewarded with a wince and chuckle from Kalli. She was ticklish. Delightful.
He refrained from tickling her and instead draped her arm over his neck, caressing her torso now that it was free from the corset. There was nothing but a thin cloth between warm skin and his hands now. He unbuttoned her chemise to expose the delicious mounds of her breasts.
“Look at yourself. Look at us,” he commanded softly in her ear.
She complied at once, her eyes opened and focused on the mirror in front of them. He looked too. Their eyes connected and held in the mirror. The intimacy of the moment caused a pang in his chest.
Did he want to make this act so intimate? It was supposed to be only physical pleasure. But when their eyes met, it became so much more than that. He felt a connection between their souls. It shook him deeply. If he had been able, he would have skittered away. But that gaze held him in thrall. It laid siege to his defenses and burrowed into his heart. Slowly, he turned his head and kissed her cheek, scrambling for control as his fingers worked deftly to undo the tapes of her pantalets.
He pushed them over her hips, and they fell to the floor silently. She obediently stepped out of them and kicked them away with the point of one stockinged toe. Almost naked, she stood before him. The scraps of material that still covered her body, her short chemise and stockings, only emphasized the nakedness. She was soft, pliant, accepting of his control.
The awareness of her submission drove him almost insensible with want. He grabbed one leg behind her knee and lifted it, opening her. She was already wet, her nether lips glistening softly in the muted gaslight. And he hadn’t even touched her there. He groaned, sinking his teeth in the curve of her shoulders. He bit hard enough to mark her skin with his teeth. She didn’t even flinch at his roughness. Her only response a tightening of her hands on his arms, a hiss between pleasure and pain.
Bracing her feet on the low stool in front of the vanity, he ran his hand from her knee to the pink flesh that cried for his attention. The first touch of his fingers, a soft trace, wrenched a sigh of relief from her chest. She leaned more heavily against him, her head lolling back onto his shoulder. A surrender. But she still looked. Underneath those heavy eyelids, she still looked. And he could tell the sight of her, open and displayed in front of him, aroused her even more.
He could wait no longer. Could tease and torment her no longer. He yearned to bring her to climax. To hear her soft exhalations, feel her flesh tremble under his ministrations. His fingers slid purposely over her slick flesh, concentrating on her clit, petting it, circling it, rolling it. He wanted so much to put his mouth there. To taste her.
Later, he reminded himself. He could do that later. Now he wanted her to watch while he played her body as if she were the most glorious instrument.
His fingers circled, slid. Stimulating the engorged nub. Her head whipped side to side on his shoulder, straining for release, so close and yet not there yet. He knew what she needed to fly. Changing the position of his hand, he inserted one long finger in her, while his thumb took over the stimulation of her clit. Her internal walls trembled. Slowly, he slid the finger out, feeling the protest of delicate muscles that tried to clamp about it to prevent its escape.
“Dariux, please...” she begged.
“I’m right here.”
He inserted two fingers in her, probing, stretching her, filling her. His hand was drenched with her juices, while his thumb continued his relentless stimulation of her clit. He flexed his fingers inside her, touching a place of exquisite pleasure, and he felt it. Her first tremors. The beginnings of her climax. His other hand flew to her breast, delicately pinching her nipple, and she shattered.
Her cries of ecstasy were music to his ears. She collapsed back against him in absolute surrender and would have fallen boneless to the floor if he were not supporting her body. He watched her intently in the mirror. His face was victorious with profound satisfaction. He waited until she opened her eyes again. Until she could focus on him. On them. He captured her eyes and then, slowly, deliberately, withdrew his fingers from her and brought them to his mouth. He licked and sucked them, lapping up her flavor and the elixir of her arousal.
She made a sound that sounded like a whimper and ground her ass against his straining cock.
“Dariux, take me now, please.”
CHAPTER 16
She saw the momenthis rigid control snapped and felt a deep satisfaction that she could affect him so. It balanced the scales a little, since he obliterated her senses.
