I wait for his gaze to drop and capture the prize he’s just unlocked.
But he keeps looking right at me as his thumbs lazily trace slow circles over my knees.
“Now, doesn’t that feel better?” he murmurs.
My face is so hot that it’s stinging my eyes as I finally manage to create words.
“W-what?” I blurt in a shaky, croaked whisper.
“Dropping the fucking mask,” Achilles growls, still looking straight at me. “Not having to pretend anymore.”
My gaze drops to his hands on my knees, my skirt barely covering my pussy.
“W-why are you doing this?” I choke in a raspy tone.
Achilles smiles darkly, his eyes cutting into mine. “That’s simple, little prey.” His tongue drags slowly and sensually over his bottom lip. He dips his head down, finally pulling his gaze from my wide eyes and letting it stab between my lewdly spread thighs. “So I candevouryour pretty pussy.”
He swiftly pushes up my skirt, lowers his head between my thighs, and drags his tongue through my lips.
Oh my fucking God…
It feels like plunging headfirst into liquid fire. My jaw drops open, my eyes rolling back and an achy, needy, desperate sound rattling from my chest as pure pleasure melts through my core.
Ohshit…
I may be a virgin, but it’s not my first time doingthis. That said, it might as well be. Because whateverthisslow, sensual, consuming sensation is from his tongue playing over my pussy, it is likenothingI’ve ever felt before.
Like nothing I knew Icouldfeel.
A low growl rumbles from his throat, and I whimper as his big hands grip my thighs, shoving them wider apart. His wet tongue snakes up and down my lips, making me shudder before he curls it around my throbbing clit. The tip of his tongue bats across the sensitive nub before he wraps his lips around it andsucks.
Sweet fucking GOD…
It’s beyond “good”. Beyond "amazing". The feel of his tongue swirling over my clit as he sucks it between his lips, his growls vibrating through my core and his big hands firmly on my trembling thighs, is like pure pleasure being injected into my veins.
I realize I don’t care that I wore basic panties and not sexy lingerie today. Don’t care that I haven’t shaved recently. Don’t care that he followed me here, don’t even care that I'm so nakedly exposed to a man when I’m still not sure if I’m scared of him or not.
His tongue plunges into me and I cry out, gasping as my back arches and my ass jolts off the step. Achilles growls into my pussy, tonguing me harder and deeper. His big hands grip my upper thighs and hips, pinning me to his mouth as he sucks on my clit.
My entire body begins to tremble. My brow caves, and my mouth falls open as my hands keep a white-knuckle grip on the brass handrails of the ladder. I stare at him between my legs,devouring me, and my toes curl as the dark, needy thing inside me slithers and coils andsqueezes.
Drop the fucking mask. Pretend for one second that you don’t have to pretend anymore.
That’s exactly what I’m doing.That’sthe sensation that builds in my core, sparking and igniting, letting the swirling fire engulf me.
I’m not pretending anymore. I’m not keeping a careful mask in place.
Right now, I’m not “a De Luca”. I’m not keeping it together, telling everyone and myself that it’s all fine. ThatI’mfine.
I'm letting go, taking that last step over the edge without fear or shame.
I'm being set free.
Achilles’ tongue drags through my lips as his fingers dig into my skin, marking me. His low, hungry groans vibrate through my clenching, coiling core.
His dark eyes lift, locking with mine as something shifts inside me.
Breaks.
