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Not his darkness.
They would both be with him.
She and Soriya, and everything would be as it should.
“Shall we go home?”
“Yes,” she whispered. He cursed the fact that he had chosen to drive tonight as they waited for the car to be brought around to the front. He wished they were in a limo, so he could put the partition up and have her in the back seat. At the very least push her skirt up around her hips and bury his face between her thighs as they rode through traffic.
That would at least do something to satiate the desire that was growling inside of him.
Instead, he would have to content himself with knowing he would have her. Finally.
The drive took too long.
By the time they were back in the building, in the elevator, he could not wait a moment longer. When the doors closed, he pulled her into his arms, pushed her against the elevator wall and wrapped his hands around her wrists, forcing them up above her head as he kissed her neck, down to her shoulder, her collarbone.
“Krav!”
“Do you want me?” he asked, looking up at her, the intensity in him burning bright.
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Please.”
“Do you know what you’re begging me for?”
She shook her head. “But I feel it.”
“You want me to tell you. Because I know. I know just what you like.”
And he did push his hand beneath her skirt, pressing his thumb against that sensitized bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and rubbing her slick flesh there. The first time he had touched her in all this time. He circled that sweet spot, and watched as her eyes went glassy. Watched as she began to surrender herself to this need. Her breath became short, choppy. And she began to roll her hips in time with the movement of his hand.
“You like that,” he said. “You like it much better when I put my mouth there. When I lick you slowly, and taste every ounce of your desire for me. When I push a finger, and then another inside of you and mimic what we both really want. You like that a lot.”
“Krav...”
“I’m not finished. You like me to do that until you’re screaming. To eat you as if I am starving. And I am. With you I always am. You like to be teased.” He took her hand, and guided it down to the front of his pants, moved her fingertips over his cloth covered erection. “You like for me to disrobe, and tease you with this. To toy with entering your body, but not quite. To deny you what you really want. Which is to be filled. You love that. You like to beg for it. And I like to make you beg.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. “Look at me,” he commanded, and she obeyed. “You’re about to beg me now, aren’t you?”
“I need... I need...”
“I know exactly what you want. And once we get inside the penthouse, I’m going to give you everything that I promised you here. And more. But you will beg for it.”
“Yes,” she said. Too soon, the elevator reached the penthouse. He had wanted to be in her instantaneously, but also wished to draw out this torture. She wasn’t the only one who liked to be mad for it.
It was what they both liked. To push themselves. To make themselves wait for that moment of bliss. Sometimes they managed a mere thirty seconds. There had been a time in Cambodia when they had gone to dinner, and had made it into the entrance of the apartment, they had barely closed the door before he was inside of her. But they’d also had whole nights of teasing, tasting, denying themselves that ultimate release for as long as possible.
With her, it was always an adventure.
Tonight, though, he did not have the fortitude for games. Not long ones. Soriya was safely in bed, the entire place clear of visible staff, just as he had asked.
And he led her from the living room straight into his room.
“I want to see you,” he said.
Her shoulders contracted in on themselves, and she suddenly looked shy.
“What?”
