I stand still, my breath catching in my throat as she pushes my pants down, revealing my straining erection. Her eyes darken with desire as she sinks to her knees before me, her lips inches from my cock.
“Eve,” I manage to grit out, my body thrumming with anticipation.
She looks up at me before wrapping her lips around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling in a way that makes my knees weak. I feel her hands on me, stroking, caressing, as her mouth worked its magic.
I want to bury my hands in her hair, to guide her, to take control. But I force myself to stay still, to let her have this moment of power. It is a test of my self-control to lull her into thinking she has the upper hand.
Her mouth moves with practiced skill, and I can feel the coil of tension tightening in my body, threatening to snap at any moment. I know I won’t last long.
I try to warn her, to give her some sign of what is coming, but all that escapes my lips is a hoarse groan as I feel the pleasure peak. I thrust my hips forward, my hands finally tangling in her hair as I come, my release spilling into her mouth.
She takes it all, swallowing around me, her eyes never leaving mine. It is a challenge, a silent statement of her own power.
As the last tremors of my release faded, she released me with a soft pop and licked her lips. “Delicious,” she murmurs, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
I want to be angry, to assert my dominance, but all I can do is stare at her, my breath still coming in ragged gasps. She has a way of reducing me to my most basic instincts, and I find I don’t mind it quite as much as I should.
With a predatory smile, she rises to her feet, her body still glistening with a sheen of sweat. “Now, where were we?” she asks, her voice a low purr. “Oh, that’s right. You were about to pounce.”
I step forward, my eyes never leaving hers. “You shouldn’t tease a predator, Eve. It only makes them hungrier.”
She takes a deliberate step back, her eyes flashing with excitement. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I like danger.”
I lunge for her, and she lets out a delighted laugh. Her body presses against mine once more. The chase is on, and this time, I intend to savor every moment.
Her laugh sends a spark of determination through me. Liv thinks she can tease me, push me, and get away unscathed? Not a chance. I can play this game, too.
My fingers trail over her skin, sending shivers through her body. I touch her lightly, almost possessively, claiming what is mine. She tries to maintain her composure, but I see the effect I’m having. Her breath quickens, her eyes darken, and her body responds to my every touch.
My hands roam her body, and she falls back onto the mattress, her eyes widening as she realizes my intent. I’m going to make her lose control, make her beg for release, and she won’t be able to do a damn thing to stop me.
Pinning her wrists above her head, I hover over her, my eyes boring into hers. For a moment, we stay like that, suspended in anticipation, before I crush my mouth against hers. It’s a deep, demanding kiss, and I claim her mouth as mine, biting and sucking gently.
Her lips part beneath mine, and I take full advantage, exploring every inch of her mouth with my tongue. My free hand tweaks her nipples, grazing her sensitive skin, and trails down her stomach, leaving a trail of fire in my wake.
I love how sensitive she is, how she reacts to my hands on her, her skin flushed, and her breath coming in short gasps. I reach the center of her heat. I can feel her wetness as my fingers tease her folds, sliding through her slickness.
I circle her clit gently, applying just enough pressure to drive her wild but not enough to take her over the edge. Her hips buck against my hand, her need clear, but I deny her the release she craves. I want to draw this out, making her feel every sensation excruciatingly.
Her breath quickens as I continue my teasing caresses, her body arching into my touch. I add a second finger, slipping itinside her, and her back arches off the bed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Please,” she breathes, her voice sounding broken. “Remy, please.”
I smirk, loving how desperate she sounds. “Please, what, Eve? I don’t understand.”
Her eyes flash with a mixture of desire and frustration. “You know what I need,” she pants. “Don’t make me beg.”
I chuckle darkly, my fingers continuing their slow, relentless movements inside her. “Begging would be a start. I like to hear my name on your lips when you come, Eve.”
She bites her lip, her eyes never leaving mine as I slowly thrust my fingers in and out of her. “You want me to beg? Fine, I’ll beg.”
Her words send a shot of lust straight to my cock. I want to hear her beg, want to know that it’s me who can bring her to this point of no return.
“Please,” she whispers, her voice hoarse and raw. “Please, Remy, make me come.”
I lean down, my mouth close to her ear, my fingers never stopping their relentless assault on her core. “You know what I want, Eve. Give it to me.”
She lets out a strangled cry, her body arching off the bed as I add a third finger, stretching her, filling her. “Your name,” she gasps. “I’ll say your damn name.”
