His lips went right for my nipple, making my back arch from the touch. He moved from one to the other, making sure neither breast was feeling lonely, before hot, open-mouth kisses with swirls of tongue moved up my chest and neck, then landed on my lips.
“Never thought a temptress lay beneath the sweet.” His hand moved down my hip and gently touched my core. He rubbed little circles over my clit before plunging one finger inside me. I cried out, and he reveled in the taste of it against his lips.
As soon as he was moving his finger inside me, it was gone.
In a flash that hand was spreading my legs to accommodate his body between them. This was it. I was going to have sex with Dorian, the last person on earth I ever thought I’d be in this position with.
There were no words spared when he pushed into me slowly, the exact opposite of what I thought he’d do. He was unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to fuck me.
Our eyes both watched as he sank deep into me. No sight would ever top this.
Or at least I thought that, until his brown eyes moved back to mine. There were so many emotions in them, and I swear I’d never seen anything as beautiful as the look he was giving me right now.
As if sensing my thoughts, he pulled out and thrust back in hard.
I cried out from the sudden attack of pleasure, and that was it—the soft was done, and the hard took over. Dorian unleashed himself on me, my leg coming up to wrap around his pistoning hip, my hands on his arms, nails digging into them to the point of breaking skin.
My back arched, and my head tipped back in euphoria.
He pulled out and flipped me over with ease, keeping me smashed against the mattress as his body covered mine, hands intertwined in mine while he pushed back in, his hips smacking my ass with every thrust.
Our hands gripped the other so hard I thought our fingers might break, but as that feeling of release raced through me, I couldn’t care if all my bones were breaking. This orgasm was going to shatter me anyways.
And it did.
I screamed into the mattress, and his pace hastened, drilling me over and over until his roar echoed around my apartment and his release overtook him as he buried his head into my neck.
There was no going back for us—our course had been set, and we were going under.
Chapter Eleven
Esme
The first time wasn’t the only time. In fact, Dorian had to have some power running through his veins to have that sort of stamina.
I was exhausted in the best way and had fallen asleep across his sweaty torso after the last bout of fucking.
Being alone in the bed when I woke up was not a surprise, but it didn’t stop my heart from dropping in my chest. Dorian screwed me until my legs were incapable of walking, and I had passed out with a sated smile on my face.
I rolled over onto my back and thought about the way Dorian possessed my body like it was made for him to play with.
There was no telling if he would want more, or if last night was enough for him, but at least I had the memories that would last until I died. He definitely set the bar high for any future lovers.
Getting out of bed was a bit challenging; my legs were fatigued, but I made it to my bathroom and grabbed my robe from the back of the door.
Coffee was a must right now.
I walked back out into my living room, heading for my small kitchen, and was shocked to stillness at the form leaning against my small table.
Instantly I schooled my expression to not show my surprise to see Dorian sitting there, half-naked and drinking coffee, after last night.
“I figured you’d be out the door as soon as I passed out,” I commented as I made my way over to the pot and poured myself a cup.
“The thought did cross my mind, but the idea of a morning fuck before work won me over.” He smirked, and my cheeks turned pink. This man was insatiable, and even though there was definitely a soreness between my thighs, my core was getting wetter by the second just seeing that face of his.
“So, I take it the curiosity is still there then?” I sat down across from him at the cafe table and took a sip of my drink. Good Lord, did he like his coffee strong. His brown hair was messy, but those eyes of his looked bright and revived. I liked that look on him. It was much better than the soulless-asshole expression he usually wore.
His lips frowned at my question though.
