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“The door was left open, kitten,” he states in a husky voice. With his head tilted, he taunts, “And you taught me it’s always an invitation. Don’t mistake me for a gentleman.”
Tying the towel around me, I close the gap between us until we’re standing inches apart. Running my finger over the button of his shirt, I rasp, “I never did.”
I run my tongue between my lips when his hands curl against the marble counter, so I slide mine lower and trace his belt, not purposely touching his dick. The temperature becomes hotter despite the chill and droplets of water sticking to my skin.
Calm and commanding, traits he wears like a second skin, Dash makes no attempt to stop or push me away. Without my heels, I barely reach his shoulders and even in my vulnerable state, I feel powerful because the desire shining in his green orbs fills me with confidence.
That doesn’t mean I’m unaware of the fact that he can snatch it away if he wishes. And the fantasy of him taking away my will until I’m under his dominance and mercy is an addictive rush. When I softly brush over his hard length, he finally speaks.
“What do you think you’re doing, kitten?” he says in a low, harsh voice.
“Feeling my fiancé.”
“No touching when alone, remember?”
“You’re not allowed to, but I can.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“They’re my rules,” I murmur. Staring up at him under hooded eyes, I rest both my palms flat on his abs that are like steel and inch my hands upward, feeling every hard ridge through his shirt. Rising on my tiptoes, I lick the seam of his lips and whisper against them, “What I say goes.”
“Teasing and taunting me with your body makes you horny, doesn’t it?” he growls before capturing my bottom lip between his teeth when I try to move back. Pulling until I whimper, he lets it go with a pop. “I bet your pussy is dripping with your juices and orgasm.”
I’m enjoying my free rein over him far too much. Unable to stop myself, I make quick work of opening his top three buttons and pull so I can feel his warm skin underneath. Every night when I sleep in his arms, I have to fight the urge to trace his abs with my tongue and explore every muscle. Every granite inch.
It’s a different kind of hell when your mind and body are at war.
One screaming he’ll wreck me if I let him fuck me, while the latter taunts it’s a blasphemy to resist such a fine specimen like him.
The sane choice would be to pull back, walk away, but when you’re still buzzing from a powerful orgasm and the man who sent you over the edge in your fantasies is standing pressed against you, madness becomes your best friend.
Drugged from his masculine scent and his hardness pressing against my stomach, I give in to the long-awaited need and lean down to press a kiss on his chest. His rough exhales ruffle my hair and send a shiver down my spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
His pleasured grunt excites me and I lightly bite, desperate to hear it again. The sound is raw, gravelly, and throaty. My body comes alive with a need so sharp and intense, it steals my air. Placing kisses everywhere, my mouth tastes skin until I trail my lips to his ear.
“Wanna know what I was imagining when I made myself come?” I whisper in a teasing tone.
Wild and turbulent eyes connect with mine when my head is wrenched back and his other hand wraps around my neck before he arrogantly demands, “What was I doing to you, kitten?”
“Your cock in my mouth and fucking my throat raw.”
“You want to suck my dick?”
“Yes.” I moan, becoming dizzy under his tone and his possessive hold.
“Will you take every inch like a good girl?”
“Yes.”
“And will you swallow every drop of my cum?” he rasps.
“Yes. I want your taste on my tongue, Dash.” I nod rapidly, delirious with need. Even I am unable to recognize the girl dirty talking back to him.
Inching his fingers lower, he plays with the knot of my towel, which has miraculously stayed on. It causes delicious and teasing friction against my nipples, and amplifies my lust.
“Then beg for my cock like a good little girl, kitten,” Dash commands.
“What happened to making me beg without laying a finger?” I taunt instead, ignoring the protest of my body that craves to fall to my knees and worship him. His eyes flare in challenge and warning just before he lets go.
