Page 19 of The Heart You Kept

“I can’t touch you?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

He takes my face into his hands as he stares down at me. “I’m waiting.”

“For what?”

A sudden disappointing thought flashes through my brain…. Oh.

He doesn’t want me like this.

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” I ask. “You want to come with me fucking you?”

“No.”

“How do you want to come?”

“Patience.” His teeth drag my bottom lip out and my eyelids flutter as I hang somewhere between pleasure and pain.

“Good things come to those who wait.”

CHAPTER FOUR

ALORA

Wait…what? I stare up at him as I try to work out what’s going on here.

This man is so confusing.

He’s hard and ready, obviously aroused, but then doesn’t want sex. He’s only interested in my orgasms.

I have no idea what’s going on. I can’t read him at all.

He stands behind me, his teeth grazing up and down my neck as his fingers slide through the wet flesh between my legs. He finds the spot that makes me shudder and I feel him smile up against my skin. “You like that?” he murmurs darkly.

I nod, unable to form a coherent word.

“Just like that, baby.” His fingertips flick fast and furiously over my clitoris and I nearly pass out from the pleasure.

“Oh…fuck.” My legs go weak beneath me.

He chuckles. “Hold it.”

How the hell am I supposed to hold it? He’s getting off on making me come.

Don’t come, whatever you do don’t come.

He grabs my clitoris and pulls it aggressively and I nearly convulse as an orgasm explodes through me.

He pulls and pumps me through it, never have I come by having my clitoris aggressively tugged.

What the actual fuck?

Who does that….

Who knew that that would feel good? I sure as hell didn’t and I own a clitoris.