When his tongue left her skin and his erection nudged her, Dree gulped air, unaware that she had been holding her breath.
Her body filled with oxygen, and fairy lights danced around the edges of her vision.
He slid in, taking her slowly as she keened in the carpeting, already so close that the friction inside her almost sent her over the edge.
But not quite.
It was like he was holding her back.
Maxence grabbed her shoulder and hauled her up off the floor. He held her back pressed against him, one arm locked around her shoulders and his staff grinding up inside her. Her face was crammed against his smooth cheek, his sharp jaw furrowing her soft flesh below her cheekbone.
His breath hissed through his teeth, and his whisper was rough in her ear. “I saidno sound.If I have to shove it in your mouth to keep you quiet, I will.”
Dree pressed her lips together and tried to breathe through her nose, but she was panting so hard that there wasn’t enough air. He jabbed up into her, and his other hand cupped her mound possessively but didn’t rub her.
It was like he was deliberately denying her the sensation that would send her over the edge. She tried to angle her hips to rub against his hand, but his fingers were bowed, and she couldn’t.
She wanted—
She knew what she wanted.
Release.She was dying for that last little bit that would send her over the edge. She was obsessed with it. Every molecule in her bodyscreamedto end this tension, even if itkilledher.
Trying not to make a sound,tryingnot to whimper or moan, she’d forgotten to breathe again. The next oxygen she sucked in flowed through her body, sparkling, and she almost went over the edge. Her body contracted with the nearness of it.
Still, he pressed her down over his massive erection and took her from behind, keeping his hand still and denying her that last little bit of spark she needed.
She was close,so damn close.
Every time she unclenched her lips and gasped another breath of air, the world lightened for a moment and the air almost lifted her to that point where she could fly, and then she slowly declined into darkening struggle with Maxence’s arms clamped around her as he raided her body.
If only shecouldn’tbreathe.
If only Maxence would keep her from breaking for air until she could reach the heights she needed to.
But she couldn’t ask. She couldn’t be that woman who wanted something so taboo, so forbidden.
But she wanted it.
Instead, she lifted his arm, slid his hand over her shoulder, and wrapped his hand around her throat.
And she pressed on his hand and fingers.
From behind her, a sharp intake of breath rasped.
He squeezed, his strong fingers clamping around her windpipe.
His other hand rolled one rough finger over her.
Her heart flailed, the anoxia rising in her body that was desperate for oxygen.
He pounded inside her and choked her, and when the orgasm roared and expanded inside her, his hand opened.
She gulped air.
The throb and light became a blast, a violence that torpedoed through her and destroyed her mind and her body from the inside out.
The sudden influx of oxygen slammed into her, inducing the release again. She had flown up into the sky and fallen limply toward the Earth, but a geyser of ecstasy caught her and tossed her into the air again.
