Page 59 of No Darker Temptation

“I’m going to ask you something but you can’t lie,” he whispers.

“I never lie to you.”

He plunges a finger inside me and I bury my face against the pillow, lips parting on a silent moan.

“Does a part of you get excited? Every time you watch me take someone’s life. Because deep down, I think the thing that terrifies you isn’t what I’m capable of. It’s that you like it.”

He withdraws his finger and thrusts inside me again, grinding his palm against my swollen clit and I weep into the pillows.

“Are you going to answer me?”

“No…no, that isn’t it.”

“Really? Because you were afraid but not so afraid that you got into bed wearing a threadbare nightgown and no underwear. So it’s either that or you get off on behaving like a slut.”

He slides a second finger inside me, caressing my inner walls until my legs tremble.

“Alex—”

“Or do you prefer to be treated like a good girl? Because I can do both.” His hand moves again, stroking my clit in tandem with each thrust. “I’ll let you come on my hand and it’ll put you right to sleep. And in the morning, you’ll go about your day with a little pep in your step because I gave you the release you’ve been begging for.”

His fingers move inside me until tears gather in my eyes. It takes such little effort on his part to get me off because he knows my body so well. Knows that when he hooks his fingers each time he thrusts inside me that it hits a spot so sensitive, my knees give out. Knows that if he presses the heel of his palm against the apex of my sex I’ll grind my clit against him until I’m coming all over his hand and screaming through an orgasm.

Diego is here tonight, sleeping in the guestroom I prepared across the hall because he splits his time between here and the apartment above the lounge. Afraid to be heard, I bury my face so deep into my pillow that it nearly suffocates me as I climax. Suddenly, his fist yanks on the back of my head and my neck whips around.

“Why did you do that?”

I swallow. “Because…someone could hear us.”

His eyes glisten with an emotion I can’t decipher in the darkness.

I expect him to say something when he disappears under the bed sheets. A second later my legs are thrown wide open and the first stroke of his tongue sets my entire body on fire.

Usually, he takes his time when he goes down on me. He’ll lick and suck and bite until I’m in a stupor and he’s had his fill. Now, his tongue runs up and down the wet folds of my sex, teeth nibbling on my clit until its raw and pulsing, and I have to shove his pillow against my face to smother my cries. Each time his tongue delves inside me my body convulses with pleasure, one climax bleeding into the next, and I lose my resolve. My grip on the pillow loosens and it falls off the side of the bed as a final stroke inside me sends me over the edge. I come on his tongue and he licks me clean, drawing his name from my lips each time he does.

On his way up my body, he gathers my nightgown and pulls it over my head. “I want to hear you when I’m inside of you. Understand?”

I nod frantically, reaching for him in the darkness and he leans down to kiss me. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth as if forcing me to savor the taste of me on his lips the same way he does. All over, my body trembles in the aftermath of the orgasm he just gave me and if he keeps kissing me like that, it won’t be long until another one ripples through me.

We roll over in bed so that I’m on top and he aligns our hips, waiting for me to get into position. He hardly, if ever, wears anything to sleep. Usually only in the winter months and never more than a pair of cotton pajama pants and an old T-shirt. Tonight, he wasn’t wearing anything save the T-shirt I discarded earlier and a pair of briefs, so getting him inside me is quick and without obstruction.

A single thrust of the hips and I’m already seeing stars. He buries his face between my breasts, teeth and tongue doing unthinkable things to the sensitive skin there, all the while I’m trying to stave off another orgasm for as long as I can. Being on top is so much work but fuck if it isn’t amazing when I’m in the mood. And right now, I’m really in the mood.

He takes a breast into his mouth and clamps his teeth around the nipple sending a shock of pleasure through me. In return, I lift my hips and move in a steady circular motion before abruptly sinking down on him again, something I know drives him insane. A deep, guttural noise leaves him and his nails dig into my flesh where he’s gripping me by the waist. I do it again, this time swiveling my hips in the opposite direction, and heat builds at the base of my spine. My fingers are locked in his hair and he keeps a steady hold on me as I ride him, ensuring that I don’t lose my balance.

I lift. Sink down. Hard.

“Dahlia,” my name slips out of him like a threat.

I do it again. He rewards me with a sharp smack on the ass.

“I’m going to finish before I’m ready.”

“I’m…” He sucks on my nipple and releases it with a pop. I grab the headboard behind him. “I’m almost there.”

“Not yet.”

Both of his hands grip my waist this time and he meets me thrust for thrust, reaching so deep I think I feel the tip of him reach my womb. I roll my hips against him, grinding my sensitive clit against his pelvis, and fire ignites in my bloodstream. I do it again, rolling forward in search of the friction I need, making sure that each movement is in tandem with his thrusts inside me. All it takes is one more and we finish together, the two of us barreling toward release at a speed faster than light. I come so long and hard I don’t think I’ll ever be able to again.