I released her arm and wrapped my right hand around her waist while caressing her cheek with the other. “Aren’t you going to stop me?” I whispered in her face. “You know what I’m doing. Push me away if you don’t want it.”
Her throat bobbed, her breathing quickened, and her jaw locked, but she said nothing.
Another round of thunder clapped outside.
I pulled her closer, my cock growing harder by the second. “Tell me to stop and I will,” I dared her.
Still not a word, just a look that begged me to take her already.
“You go quiet when you should be running.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Your silence,Dikaya, says more than you think.”
Again, no response. Although seconds ago, her lips had parted as if to speak, but no sound came forth. Her breath caught in her throat, and her defiance faltered. The air between us was charged with tension, and I could almost hear the sound of her beating heart.
She stood frozen in place, a hint of anticipation dancing in her eyes. It was obvious that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. A soft gasp fell from her mouth when I pressed my fingers into the back of her neck.
I pulled her head closer and planted a kiss on those cherry lips of hers. The sudden action stole her breath, drawing an abrupt moan from her. She didn’t kiss me back; instead, she tore her lips from mine.
Her chest heaved more heavily than before, her body trembling as she held my gaze. I didn’t push any further, just waited for her own desire to take control. And it didn’t disappoint.
Seconds later, she damned everything and rushed at my mouth, her lips devouring mine in the heat of passion. I pulled her to myself, reveling in the feeling of her body against me. Her tongue invaded my mouth, our heads tilting to the rhythm of the hunger that fueled our desire.
The light robe slid off her shoulders, revealing the spaghetti straps of her nightgown. I dared to palm her breasts over the fabric of her dress—she didn’t stop me. I squeezed deliciously, molding her gentle swells with soft caresses.
I whisked her into the air, her legs wrapping around me as I headed toward the bed. While still in motion, she continued to devour my lips with an intense fervency that only fueled my lust.
It felt like a dream—but it wasn’t. It was real; we were at last making out.
I lay her back on the bed, her hair sprawling over the pillow as I crawled on top of her. I broke the kiss and stared at her for a moment, savoring the look of want and embarrassment plastered all over her face.
She tipped her head back when I leaned in to kiss the nape of her neck. Her hands caressed my back in response to my touch, her legs parting for better access.
I tugged down the straps of her sheer lace chemise, exposing the curves of her breasts. While sucking on one, I fondled the other, basking in the sound of her moans. Her hand slid down to the towel around my waist, and with one tug, she yanked it off me.
“Oh, my God—it’s big!” The words escaped her mouth the moment she wrapped her fingers around my cock.
She probably didn’t mean to say that out loud, hence the glint of embarrassment in her eyes when I looked up at her face.
A wind of satisfaction and pride washed over me, and I smirked. “You’ve never had a huge cock, huh?” I teased, my voice as low as hers.
She swallowed hard, her hand stroking my shaft as she stared at me with a mix of awe, fear, and desire. As the silence stretched on, my head tilted slightly to the side, a crazy thought creeping into my mind.
The suspicion in my gaze was clear as crystal, but I watched without a word.
“Actually, I’ve never….” Her voice trailed off, her eyes shifting away from me. “…done this before.”
My brows lifted in shock. What a pleasant surprise!
“You’re kidding,” I said calmly.
She shook her head.
I didn’t know what to make of this revelation, but one thing was certain: Taking her innocence would be a huge win for me. But she had to be on board a hundred percent. As ruthless as I was, I’d never take a woman without her consent.
Before I could make any other move, I had to make sure that we were on the same page.
“We can stop here if you want,” I suggested, even though deep down, I hoped she’d reject it.
And she didn’t disappoint.
