His blood rushed in his body, heading downward.
He let his fingers trail down the white silk of her dress to rest on her waist and then her hips, and he strengthened his grip on her, his fingers beginning to dig into the softness of her flesh.
Her gasp against his mouth drove him wild, but he neededherto be wild.
Maxenceneededwhat she could do to him.
Tension crackled on his nerves, nearly turning into pain, with anticipation.
He pulled her up again, a little more roughly this time, and she giggled against his mouth like they were playing a game. He flipped his legs around so that she straddled one of his thighs, and he pressed her hips on the broad muscle of his leg.
Dree hummed, and she let her head loll back while she held onto his shoulders.
He lunged forward, dragging her and raking his teeth over her throat. He shoved the tiny jacket that matched her dress down her arms and then twisted it around her wrists, binding them behind her back.
He bit the side of her neck a little harder, and at her gasp, he whispered in her ear, “Are you okay with the hands?”
“Yes.” Her lilting voice was breathy like she was gasping too much, which he loved.
He twisted the dress’s little jacket restraining her arms, tightening it so she would feel he was in control now. He yanked down on the wrap, which forced her shoulders back and her breasts up, and he used his other hand to pop one of her breasts out of the bodice of her ball gown so he could suck hard on her nipple.
Her skin tightened to a knot in his mouth, and he laved his tongue over her peak to torment her.
The kittenish sounds she made when he pressed his teeth into the pebble of her flesh were exquisite.
He traded his hand that was holding her wrists behind her so he could stroke her other breast with his thumb through the silk of her dress, and then he pinched it through the silk when he bit the bare one.
Her squeak was almost a scream, but not quite.
Maxence would have to work harder. He growled, “Don’t let your hands come loose,” and he released the cloth around her wrists for just a second while he stripped his black tee shirt off over his head.
Dree’s eyes, already looking sleepy with passion, lowered, and he could practically feel her gaze stroke from his shoulders to the waistband of his trousers like water trickling over the rounded muscle and between the bricks of his abs. As he breathed, his ribs expanded under his skin, and she bit her lower lip while she was looking at him.
Maxence curled himself back, contracting his abs to open space between them for him to slide one of his hands between her legs and begin to slowly stroke her underneath.
As he stroked her softly and then more deeply between her folds, Dree caught her breath and squeezed her eyes shut. Her back arched as he massaged her secret, sensitive spots that made her gasp. His mouth went wet at the thought of toppling her backward and burying his tongue in her, but her hips rocked forward on his hand and her body brushed his massive erection through his pants.
Even the slight pressure of her soft thighs through his trousers spiked the testosterone in his blood.
Max couldn’t think, couldn’t wait, couldn’t even discern that his phone on the coffee table had flashed and was making some sort of an irritating beep, and he pressed his fingers inside of her, stroking her and rolling his thumb around the soft nub buried between her folds. She arched backward, and Maxence grabbed her around the waist with his other arm to force her forward onto his hand.
She tossed her head back and forth, whimpering little cries, and his hand between her legs was slick.
He kept doing it, breaking the rhythm of his hand’s movements just when she was about to orgasm so she couldn’t, until she was whispering, “Please,” and begging in his ear.
Thatwas where he wanted her.
He wrenched off the white silk cloth that bound her wrists, and her arms whipped around. She unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, reaching inside.
Her soft, fragile hand on his naked erection nearly made him lose it right there. His blood was roaring in his ears, his heart pounding like he was trying to punch through a wall. He leaned back and groaned. When teeth raked his neck with the sharp sting of a bite that was nothing at all, Maxence’s mind became a storming sky of need.
He dragged her legs around his waist and rose to his feet, his hands lifting her ass as he stood.
The nearest wall was only a few steps away, and her weight was nothing but fluff to him as he strode and slammed her back against the plaster. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips.
He held her up with one arm vised around her waist as he got one hand between them to yank her panties aside and guide her wet core onto the head of his shaft.
Even for that brief moment, as the thick bulb of his cock pushed inside her, her heat and the slick walls of her center were almost too much, and his mind began to fade.
