Page 162 of The Stranger

“Watch,” I instruct, my lips at her temple. “Wide eyed and full of want, watch as I touch you.” My hands chart her curves. “See what you do to me. How you make me shake with need.” If those pathetic assholes ever crawl back into her thoughts, she’ll remember instead how she looked as she made me her slave.

I curl myself around her like sin, my eyes holding hers in the mirror. “By the time I’m finished, there will be no room left in your head for any man who ever made you feel less than glorious.”

Tonight, I decide, I won’t hide behind French. I won’t give her words she doesn’t understand. Compliments I can hide behind. I want every syllable to reach her.

Moving her hips back a touch, I encourage a dip in her spine with the heel of my hand. Her breath is jagged with anticipation, her reflection a contrast of dark eyes and pale skin as I put my hand to her throat to feel the frenetic beat beneath her skin.

“Look at yourself,” I whisper, crowding her. My hard to her soft. Wet where I’m aching, and as I let my hand skate slowly down the center of this treasure, we watch. Each moment. Each breath. Each shift of her shape in response to my touch.

“You like watching yourself,” I whisper, brushing my mouth across her shoulder. “You steal my breath. You’re so clever and kind and so unbearably sensual. You’re enough to make any man lose his mind.”

She’s a tangle of contradictions and she’s thrown my whole existence off kilter.

Primrose swallows, then licks her lips as my fingers find the waistband of her panties. She sucks in a breath as I breach the waistband. I make a sound that’s pure animal as she pushes into my hand as though to anchor herself against me.

“Luc, please…”

“Hush,” I murmur, taking the heat of her pussy in my hand. “I know what you need.” Her body offers no resistance as I slip my middle finger inside. Hot fucking velvet. I gather her pleasure, gliding it over the soft rise of her clit. Breath stutters out of her. “If you were mine,” I whisper, circling the delicate bud, “I’d keep you too occupied to ever doubt your worth.”

“Don’t tease,” she gasps.

“My darling, how you’re soaked.” I push my finger deep inside her, my hand moving in time with her heartbeat, the heel of my palm pressed tight.

She mewls, her mouth falling open. I snake my hand around her body until her breast spills from my hand.

“Open your eyes, beautiful. You’re almost too much for me to handle.” Almost but not quite. I know she can’t be mine. But I can kiss her. Hold her. Feel the undulation of her body as I work another finger inside. “Fuck, you feel so good.” I put my lips to the nape of her neck, and delight as she begins to ride my hand.

“Open your eyes, little flower. Open your fucking eyes,” I growl. Each drive inside her, each press punctuates her pleasure.

It feels like every one of my muscles draws tight as I watch, as I drive her there. My jaw, my chest, the hard line of my cock behind the zipper of my pants.

“I need…” My fingers slip free, my teeth grazing the seam of her ass as I drop to my heels. Like a fucking penitent. My wet fingers hook into her panties and I slide them lower until they’re stretched impossibly wide at her knees.

My mind fractures at the sight before me.

“You’re fucking stunning.” Like metal to a magnet, I lash the flat of my tongue between her legs. “So swollen, so pink, and so fucking delicious.”

A tear of fabric and I’m growling for her to spread her legs wider, then not waiting for her to do so as I make a shackle of my fingers around her slim ankle. “Now,” I growl. “Let me fucking eat you.”

She gives a keening cry as her knees lock—elbows too—as she presses back into me, and I groan into the very center of her. The room fills with the sounds of her pleasure as I eat her pussy like the glutton she makes me, showering her with compliments with each suck and slide.

“This is where I belong.” I hardly know what I’m saying as she begins to ride my face, shaking and crying as she begins to unravel. As she comes. “I would make your pussy my home.”

“Oh, God. Please, it’s too much,” she whimpers, trying to twist away. She yelps as I slap her ass. “Did I say you could fucking move?” I’m on my feet in an instant, pulling my cock free from the confines of my pants.

Her reflection, dark-eyed and opened-mouthed with shock is magnificent. “You just spanked me.”

“And you liked it.”

She says nothing else, her eyes almost rolling back in her head when I glide the smooth head of my cock through her wetness. “Again,” she demands, bracing her palms against the mirror and widening her stance. “Fuck me, Luc. Fuck me like you own me.”

“You’re trying to kill me.” My cock in one hand, I put the other on the small of her back. I groan as flesh meets flesh, and I push inside her body in tiny, torturous increments. I said I wouldn’t speak French, but a whole host of filth streams from my mouth.

“Oh, God. You feel huge.”

“But see how we fit.” I wrap my arms around her fighting the urge to thrust floods my veins. “How I fill you. How you hold me.”

“I can—I can’t.” She drops her head, her whole body trembling. “It’s too much.”