“You make me sound like a complicated video game.”
“You’re much more than that.”
“I’m just me.” Just a lost girl trying to find her way back home. The fury in his eyes faded, replaced with the same carnal need exposed in the living room. I’d never heard him so possessive, so intoxicatingly dominating. I curled his fingers, pursing my lips together as he flexed his hand open, brushing the rough pads of his fingers over my breasts to my stomach.
“Touch yourself,malen’kaya babochka. Show me how much you want me. How much you crave my cock.”
Everything about him was different, so dominating that I was breathless, no, fractured by need that I was the one about to come undone.
With the water splashing across our heated bodies, I pressed my hand against my stomach, flexing my fingers. There was no way I could take my eyes off him. With his dark eyes fixated on me, I wasn’t certain I was even reacting as he wanted.
With scattered breaths, my hand drifted lower until my fingers were between my legs. My pulse was racing, blood pumping against my temples and every inch of my body aching.That’s the kind of effect he had on me. I’d lost myself in him. No rhyme. No reason.
No sanity.
There was no doubt the man would ravage me, taking every inch as if he’d owned me since the beginning.
Sasha’s chest rose and fell, his muscles strained as if he could barely contain himself. I rolled one finger around my clit in slow circles, becoming fearful I’d lose my nerve. Terrified that I’d disappoint him. The wash of pleasure was an instant rush and my legs began to shake more than before.
When I lolled my head to the side, he cupped my chin, bringing it forward.
“Keep your eyes on me, beautiful butterfly. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
He was even more commanding, allowing me to see a side of him I’d sensed. Yet he’d been almost romantic, tender in the way he’d touched me.
That was over. This was all about claiming me, breaking down the last of my defenses.
I should feel vulnerable, but I felt safe instead.
A moan slipped past my lips after only a few seconds and the scent of my desire was unmistakable. I pressed my other hand against the wall, fearing my feet would slip on the slick floor. Somehow, I knew he’d catch me.
That’s how much I trusted him.
I rubbed harder, thrusting one then a second finger inside my pussy. I was tight, yet my muscles clenched around them, pulling them in deeper. I was almost frantic in my actions, longing to be set free with a mind-blowing orgasm.
His growl was dark, his nostrils flaring. “Nice and slow, my good girl. We have all night.”
Every word dripped of increasing hunger.
There was no choice but to obey him, but it wasn’t as if I didn’t want to. Because I did. I wanted to be his good girl.
Heat curled between my legs, a wildfire in my core. I added a third finger, sliding in and out just like he’d instructed. He cocked his head, his gaze searing my skin. I craved to touch him, tracing his tattoos. I longed to have his mouth on my pussy, licking my clit. Tongue fucking me as he’d done before.
Still breathless, a series of whimpers escaped as stars floated in front of my eyes. I wouldn’t be able to hold on for very long.
His eyes only darkened as I gyrated my hips, moving in time to music funneling through my mind. At this moment I was an entirely different woman, a girl eager to please her master while spreading her wings like the butterfly he’d nurtured.
The wash of heat and electricity was stifling. My fingers were slickened by my juice, tiny beads trickling down the insides of both legs. The scent was stronger. My breath more ragged. My heart skipping beats.
“I’m going to come.”
“Not until I allow you.” His growl was deep and husky.
The feeling was incredible. I wanted his hands on me, his tongue lapping my cream. I needed his cock shoved deep inside allowing me to feel the throes of passion and pure ecstasy.
Every sound was exaggerated, every breath stolen.
He gripped my thighs, stretching my legs and brushing the rough tips of his fingers against my skin. It was almost too much, every inch of me becoming sensitive. I could tell by the look on his face he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
