“Patience.” He pins my hipbone to the mattress. “I haven’t even started looking yet.”
His palms slide upward, over my ribs, tracing each curve like a blind man memorizing paradise. He thumbs my nipples through the satin bra, once, twice,before peeling the fabric away. Cool air puckers bare skin.
His groan is animal. Raw.
“See?” His lips close over one peak, sucking deep. The vibration travels straight to my clit. “Precious.” He switches my breasts, biting gently. “Mine.”
I’m liquid. Aching so bad.
He pulls away to observe me in all my nakedness. His silence is the loudest reverence. I feel exposed. Cherished.
“Perfect,” he rasps. A claiming.
Then he leans forward and his mouth crashes into mine. Not a kiss, but are claiming.
Hot.
Desperate.
Starved.
God, the way he kisses.
Fuck, he’s good at this.
His tongue sweeps my lower lip, demanding entry. Yielding, I open my mouth and our tongues collide, sliding wet and deep as if we’re devouring secrets. He tastes like red wine and sugar, and I moan into him, arching.
It’s not gentle.
It’sownership.
My thoughts fracture into pure sensation. The scrape of his stubble, the bite of his grip on my jaw, the sinfulslide-suck-pullof his tongue mirroring what I crave lower down.
He breaks for air, forehead pressed to mine. Our frantic breaths saw between us.
Then his tongue traces my swollen bottom lip. Slow, filthy, deliberate.
“Tell me,” he rasps, the words vibrating against my mouth. “Do you lovesubmitting to me?”
I whimper.
His tongue flicks the seam of my lips, coaxing. “Words, Jess.”
“Y-yes,” I gasp.
A dark chuckle rumbles through him. “Good girl.” His thumb smears my spit-slicked lower lip. “Now show me.”
His mouth seals over mine again. This time, he controls the rhythm, slow, deep glides of his tongue that make me writhe. He pulls back just enough to murmur against my wet lips: “You taste like obedience.”
Then he’s kissing down my neck, sucking bruises into my pulse points. When he reaches my collarbone, he pauses. His tongue lashes the hollow twice in cruel mimicry of clit teasing.
I arch, crying out: “I need it!”
“Shh.” His palm splays over my stomach, pinning me. “I asked if youloveit.” His tongue flicks my nipple. “Not if youneedit.”
I’m dying.
“Answer.” He swirls his tongue around the peak, sucking hard.
