It should have bothered me that he was still in his suit while I was naked, but it didn’t. It made me feel strangely powerful.Maybe it was the way he watched me, or maybe it was the bulge in his pants that seemed to twitch at the mere sight of me.
Either way, it was intoxicating.
He lowered to his knees and began kissing the inside of my knee, then slowly trailed his lips up my inner thigh.
Desire ignited through every nerve and demanded more. I felt lit up, like he’d flipped some hidden switch.
“I want to taste you.”
“Lykos…” It felt like he was branding my skin everywhere his fingers caressed, making me his. And I wanted him. I needed him. “You don’t have to take it slow with me,” I choked out, my pulse hammering.
“Yes, I do, because you, golden one, need worshiping.” I gulped as his fingers dug into my flesh. “Spread your legs.”
I did, and he settled between them like he belonged there.
I cried out as his tongue dragged slowly over my clit, arching for his mouth.
As if he knew exactly what I needed, he sucked. Licked. Flicked his tongue over my sensitive clit over and over again. My lower torso bowed off the bed, straining for him, moaning for him, aching for him.
“Oh God… God…” I breathed, the words barely a sigh. He licked me with purpose, his tongue flicking just where I craved it. “P-please. I need you.” I broke off, my voice sounding vulnerable to my own ears.
He parted me with his tongue, then thrust inside my entrance, and my orgasm detonated. I came undone, waves of pleasure tearing through me.
“Oh,” I sighed.
He moved my legs farther apart. His tongue, hot and wet, covered my pussy, and he flicked my clit in lazy circles, his fingers dipping in. I was holding on for dear life. He sucked on my nub, and I found myself arching into his mouth, wantingmore of him as his tongue worked me over. My panting increased, low moans breaking the silence.
“God… Lykos… I’m so… Again…”
He increased his suction and my body exploded for a second time in just as many minutes. Somewhere in the far reaches of my mind, I wondered if I’d even stopped coming in the first place.
The pleasure I felt was violent, like being pulled into a rip current.
Through the fog in my brain, I realized he was watching me through the whole thing, still worshiping me between my legs.
“Beautiful,” he grunted, moving up and brushing a kiss over my temple. “So fucking beautiful.”
His mouth was on my breasts, his hot tongue flicking across my nipple. His teeth scraped over my sensitive buds, nipping and sucking. It was delicious and tormenting at the same time.
It didn’t take long for my hips to rise, begging him to sate this ache.
“Please,” I gasped, my fingers reaching for his shirt and unbuttoning it with shaky fingers. “Please… I need more… Please…”
I watched him through heavy lids as he stripped out of his clothes. His belt jingled as he got rid of his pants before the remainder of his pristine suit found its way onto the floor.
A gasp tore from my lips at the magnificent sight. His sculpted chest with a lone tattoo of a cross. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. And those freaking abs made my mouth water.
He was unlike anything I’d ever seen before.
My heart thumped wildly, begging to be let out of its cage.
He hovered over me as he took my lips for a deep kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue.
“You still want this?” he rasped.
In answer, I looped my hands around his neck, my fingers threading through the hair at his nape.
Then he shifted, pressing the thick head of his cock against me. I gasped as he thrust into me, inch by torturous inch.
