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“I’m just getting warm water, unless you want to wash your knuckles yourself.”
“No. I’m enjoying this moment of niceness from you.”
“If you had been nice to begin with, you would have gotten nice from me a lot sooner— probably—but no, you set out on a path of destruction like it was the tenth crusade.”
His smile vanishes and he looks off to the side. Is that guilt? Sadness?
“Ugh. Stop that.”
He looks at me with confused and innocent eyes.
“Stop what?”
“Stop looking sad like that. It’s annoying.”
“Oh no. You don’t get to be annoyed with me. I’m sorry, darling, you just spent the evening with that shite of a man after I warned you not to. And I do, in fact, feel a modicum of guilt for my part in this fiasco, though that is becoming increasingly difficult to address due to your stubbornness.”
“And why would your warning mean anything to me?”
He stands and quickly steps forward, bringing his chest flush with mine. My feet shuffle backward. His fierce blue eyes pierce me with their ravenous gaze. Blood thunders in my ears as the sheer size of him overwhelms me. The electrifying determination in his eyes sends a torrent of heat to my aching pussy.
I continue my retreat, but he matches me step for step, until my back hits the wall.
“Look me in the eyes and tell me that’s true. Tell me it doesn’t mean anything to you.”
His words slice through me. I turn to push past him, but his arm blocks my escape.
“No, not that.” His warm fingers trail up the nape of my neck, threading into my hair. His hand tightens, gently pulling my head back to meet his luminous blue eyes. The connection between us feels etched into the very marrow of my being. Every cell in my body hums in anticipation of his touch.
“Nothing to say now?” His lips twitch into a smile.
I take in his perfectly pink lips. I have to crush my bottom lip between my teeth to stop myself from saying something foolish.
“Fuck.” He pulls me in. Our lips crash. His tongue sweeps the roof of my mouth, setting my body alight with unbearable need.
Nothing is delicate. Our tongues battle, teeth clash. I run my finger over the top of his ear. His grunt of approval spurs my curious fingers.
Everywhere our bodies touch sets alight. His hand runs down my side, grazing the curve of my breast. My nipples peak under my dress, aching with the need to be touched. Kissed. Rolled. Sucked.
His hand resting over the rise of my hip. The tips of his fingers curl into my side before dropping to his side. The phantom touch feels torturous as I see his restraint fall back into place. My hips roll into him in a desperate plea.
“Fuck. Is that what you want?” He hisses against my lips. Frankly, I don’t give a shit what he says right now so long as he doesn’t stop. His fingers run along the full length of my thigh, leaving a burning trail in their wake.
A light whimper leaves my lips as his hand continues to burn a path up my leg. His hand stops just before reaching my pussy. The roll of his thumb over my clit has my mind whirling. Letting out a growl through clenched teeth, his thumb rolls my clit again.
Breaking our kiss, he stares down at me with pure determination. His jaw clenches through labored breaths as he rolls my sensitive bundle of nerves. The action causes me to suck in my lip to hold back a moan.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already…”
His fingers hook under the band of my panties. His fingers curl inside me. Sweeping my tight walls, he gathers the slickness before dragging his wet fingers over my clit. I jolt as the chord deep inside me seemingly electrifies every nerve. My pussy takes on its own beat, strained for his attention. Two of his fingers slowly breach my entrance, sliding inside me with ease. My cheeks redden at the sound of my wetness.
“That’s the sound dreams are made of.” He growls, letting his fingers glide over my clit to hook into me.
My walls clench as his fingers curl inside me. Exploring me. The need for more is overwhelming. My body shakes as he hits that most sensitive spot. I mewl, unable to hold back.
“You like that? Hmm…?”
I’m unable to control the electricity building in my body. His thumb runs over my swollen clit. Another moan rips from my lips. My involuntary sounds goad him into quickening his pace. A vein bulges in his neck; the intensity of his gaze fixated on watching me come apart. Tossing my head back on an inhale, I close my eyes to savoring each touch.
