It gave her no choice but to lean forward, and I mirrored that movement, slowly decimating the space between us even as every alarm in my head blared for me to stop.
But it was no use.
She had me under a spell — willingly, if I was being honest.
And we were alone in a small, dark room where it felt like nothing and no one else mattered.
“You drive me mad, Em. You and the filthy words you say, the way you’ve carved yourself into my brain, the way I can’t stop thinking about your smile, and your laugh, and your sweet little hand on my cock.”
Her breath caught when I rolled the strings again, tugging her closer.
“I want you, Em.” My next breath was a low, guttural thing. “So fucking badly. Is that what you want to hear?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“You want to be my undoing, don’t you? You want to be the very thing that kills me.”
I twisted the strings again, and we were so close now that our lips brushed, our warm breaths dancing between us.
“No,” she said, surprising me.
And then she crawled right into my lap, eviscerating any space left between us, her hips grinding against me as her arms slipped around my neck. Her hands wove into my hair and tugged, forcing me to look up at her.
“I want to be the very thing that makes youlive.”
I kissed her.
I couldn’tnotfucking kiss her — not with her sweet hips in my hands, her lush mouth right above me, the dare and promise dancing in her eyes. There was no other option but to press my mouth to hers.
The moment I did, my entire existence shifted.
It was like an earthquake ripping through the foundation of who I was, the way her mouth covered mine so perfectly, the way our lips pressed warm and firm. We held that bruising kiss for only a moment before she was opening her mouth and I was, too — our tongues searching, teeth nipping, hands roaming.
We were ravenous, like starved predators who finally got their kill.
I held her hips tighter when she rolled against me, and both of us let out a moan when she dragged against my cock. I was hard the moment she climbed into my lap, but now, it was almost painful. I wanted her so badly my body didn’t know what to do. I hadn’t had an erection this hard since I was a horny teenager.
And that’s exactly how she made me feel.
I was emboldened and careless, driven so mad with the need to feel her against me that nothing else mattered.
“I hate you for invading my mind the way you have,” I cursed against her lips, wrapping my arms all the way around her as I bucked my hips up to meet her desperate writhing against me. “For making me dream about these lips, and those eyes, and this sweet fucking ass.”
I gripped her cheeks hard and forced her to rub against me again, and she shuddered, breaking our kiss so her head could fall back in ecstasy.
“Well, you have me where you want me now,” she managed on a breath. Her eyes were drunk with lust when she gazed down at me again, and this time she took control, her hands planted on my shoulders as she dragged herself against me long and slow. “What’s your next move,Boss?”
My nostrils flared, blood roaring in my ears as I pulled her mouth back to mine again. I kissed her harder, sucking her lip between my teeth and biting just hard enough to make her cry out with a deliciously wicked smile.
“I’m going to make you come.”
“Like this?” she breathed, rocking against me again.
“Just like this.”
My touch turned punishing then. I didn’t relent, didn’t slow, didn’t let her take the reins again. I held fast to her hips and drove up against her clit, sucking and kissing down her neck and over her collarbone.
“You want to, don’t you?” I teased, sucking the lobe of her ear into my mouth. She moaned when I breathed my next words. “Look at you. Writhing in my lap. Rocking against my cock like you want to ride me.”
