“You painted me by accident,” he muses as dark desire floods his eyes.
His finger tightens over my jaw.
I gasp, heat rushing through me, his eyes piercing into me.
His lips are over mine in an instant, and there is absolutely nothing I can do.
I fought this for days. I hid and kept myself busy. I avoided him and didn’t let myself think about it.
But now his lips are on mine, and whether I want to accept it or admit it, this is everything that I have been so desperately longing for.
Anton wraps his arms around me and scoops me off my feet. I gasp in surprise, but his lips lock over mine again, and I’m silenced.
He carries me down the hall to his bedroom and into his bathroom. Tiled black, masculine. A raw stone shower.
He sets me down on my feet and starts peeling layers of paint-covered clothes off me. His hands explore my body as his mouth explores my lips, and in doing so, the paint spreads over both of us.
When he steps back to look at me, there is a handprint in bright blue right across my breast, and he has streaks of paint over his torso where I’ve pushed my hands against his muscles.
I’m breathless, not willing or able to stop him as he walks backward into the shower, pulling me with him.
Hot water splashes over us as his lips find mine again.
Colorful streams run around our feet as the paint melts from our skin and washes away. His hands explore every inch of me, massaging into my skin and seeing ripples of need pulling through my body.
His cock is rock-hard, erect and pushing into my stomach as I stand in front of him with my head tilted up towards his lips.
He looks down at me, gently pausing to wipe the last of the paint off my cheek with his thumb. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Pixie,” he growls.
I bite my lip, my heart hammering like the hooves of wild horses running free. I’m free to choose. I’m free to do anything I want.
Standing on my tiptoes, I grab his face and kiss him again, harder, more insistent. I want him to know how desperate I am.
He pushes his hand between my legs and cups his hand over my pussy. He lifts me off my feet, holding me by that one hand as he slips his middle finger into my pussy, and I am left dangling from his hand while desperately trying to rock my hips against it.
He chuckles against my lips. “That’s right Izabel, ride my finger like the naughty little pixie you are,” he muses.
My cheeks flush pink, but I can’t stop. I want more as I dig my fingers into his shoulders and use him to cling to so I can push harder against his hand. His bicep is bulging, but he holds me with ease.
It’s all so erotic that I am already on the verge of coming all over his fingers again.
He can sense it, and he reaches behind me with his other hand to tease me even more by pushing another finger inside me.
I’m cradled in his hands, impaled on his fingers, and I’m rocking desperately against him like a little slut. And he’s looking at me as though I’m the most exquisite thing he’s ever seen in his life as I rub my pussy without a flicker of self-restraint or self-respect. That’s the effect he has on me. He sets me free. He lets me be raw and desperate and still looks at me with intense desire.
The orgasm slams into my body like a tidal wave, and I gasp and claw at him until it washes through me.
He shifts, wrapping his arm around my waist. He lifts me and pushes my back against the wall as he holds me there with my legs spread around him.
His cock presses against my pussy as he gently rocks back and forth, rubbing himself over me, teasing me all over again, and even though my body is still shuddering from the orgasm, I am immediately desperate to feel him inside me.
“Fuck me,” I beg in a desperate whisper as my nails dig into him.
“I’m going to wear you like a cock sleeve, little pixie. I’m going to fuck you until your entire body is shaking and you’ve forgotten your own name.”
His words are edged with something so darkly possessive that it aches inside me, and I want him a thousand times more.
“You are mine, Izabel,” he growls as he shoves his cock into me, and I tilt my head back against the tiles and scream in pleasure.
