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He leans into me, his mouth gently brushing the side of my face from behind, causing my heartrate to careen, and the percussion of my blood to thud in my ears like a drum.
As he sweeps his lips across my skin, inhaling deeply as if to breathe me in, I hold back the moan I want to let out as a hoarse groan rasps in his throat.
“Do you really think it was wise to walk into my room uninvited dressed like that, Indigo?” My nipples stiffen into hard points under the thin red terrycloth of my bathrobe.
I recognize the shifts in mood now—from the vulnerable man to the wolf who needs satiating. It’s the way he says my full name instead of justIndie, and the way his tone changes, from elegant into a merciful growl. It’s almost a different voice, belonging to an altogether different animal, one who makes my veins veritably throb with passing blood.
“You knew what would happen to you when you came into my room like that, didn’t you, little one?”
He leans over me, his fingers finding the top of my robe which he very slowly pulls apart until my breasts fall out of the fabric to the prod of his thick erection against the top of my buttocks. His breathing grows ragged as he groans his arousal. “Very nice. Did you really think it was safe for you to walk that delicious little body of yours into my room unannounced?”
I close my eyes as his fingers weave down my chest, cupping and then kneading my breasts before pulling hard at the nipples, making me whimper beneath his touch.
“You remember my plans for you? The ones I told you about earlier.”
“Yes,” I reply, opening my eyes to peer down as he gently undoes the belt of my bathrobe, opening it up wide so that the entire front of my entire body is exposed. My nipples, tapered into points, move as I pant, unable to stop the rapid breathing as he stares down at my body, bestial noises vibrating from him and into me.
He rolls my nipples between his fingers. “Do you like when I stalk you?”
I hate that word, but somehow when he says it, it relieves me. I stare at the painting opposite me as he groans into my ear, his erection pulsing greedily against my ass.
“When did you buy that painting?” I ask, observing the wildflowers filling a field flanked by trees, their vibrant colors visible despite the low light.
“The day after I heard Marilla call you that name,” he replies, causing me to pivot, panting as I stare up at him. He remains unmoving, watching my face as he caresses my breasts.
“The day you came to the pub?”
He nods. “I called my art dealer the next afternoon. She sent me some pictures and I picked this one.”
“We split up that morning,” I say.
“I know. But… I knew I would get you back. I knew it would take much more than that to untie a knot this strong.”
“That all sounds kind of creepy and stalkerish.”
“I know,” he replies, not an ounce of shame in his voice. “That’s not something I know how to control around you, Indigo. You trigger my need to stalk, to hunt, to watch you as you accommodate my intrusions, to ravage you.” His hand glides over my chest and wraps around my neck. “But do you like me stalking you? Watching you? Don’t you? You like my obsession with you, don’t you? I believe it makes you very wet… or am I wrong?”
As my own arousal seeps into the folds of my sex, I don’t answer.
He lifts his middle and index finger to my mouth. “Suck,” he orders. “Thoroughly.”
As his fingers slowly penetrate my mouth, I can’t help but welcome them, licking with my tongue for over a minute as his eyes narrow and his cock stands fully erect, leaving me desperate to taste it.
Slowly gliding his hand down my abdomen and onto my sex, Grey uses my own saliva to open up the silken folds, brushing his strong fingers upwards until he enters into contact with my clit. I shiver with arousal as his fingers move back and forth, stimulating the already engorged knot of nerves before locating the entrance to me, straining at the opening.
He pushes in with one finger, just half an inch. “Mmm… So nice and tight for me, Indigo. It’s my cock that will be opening you up.”
A note of pleasure escapes me before I can stop it. I can’t help it. The man does things to my pleasure centers that I didn’t know were possibly without inserting extra strong batteries. What’s more, I feel protected despite the momentary fear that his words and demeanor arouse. It’s such a new feeling that I can’t help but want to bask in its sun.
As he withdraws his hand and I lift my head, his sinful lips find my ear. “I need to make something clear. My cock is very, very hungry for you.” I whimper as he rubs the dense column up and down the side of my ass. “So much so that you sleeping in my bad is going to be… challenging… unless it’s satisfied. So, I’m giving you a minute to leave. You won’t need to explain or worry about the consequences. There won’t be any. But if you stay, it’s my intention to fuck you very severely, starting with your throat—” I inhale so fast that my gasp cuts through his words. “I intend to teach you how to use my dick to soothe yourself. To turn it into your own personal pacifier.”
Holy fuck…
“I also ache to choke you tonight,” he whispers. “I want to watch you gasp for air and beg me to stop out of fear.”
My pussy tingles, contracting in waves, at the deviant yet elegant way in which he’s speaking such filthy words, but I can’t help but wonder if his savage side, if the fact that he needs to take back this much control, is triggered by contact with his father. And whether that’s a good thing…
“I want to deprive you of your senses, Indigo, so that you feel and taste only my cock.” My eyes close as his lips caress the shell of my ear. “I want to bind your hands and feet so you can’t move. So that you have no choice but to take all of me.”
