She nods again. “Yeah, that’s fair.”
“Stop being a dick,” I warn Connor.
He gives an aggrieved shrug. “What? It’s fucking true. Who the hell asks questions like that from nowhere?”
“Guilty as charged,” Mira says brightly. “At least I’m not a six-foot-plus walking dumbbell and can hold an actual conversation.”
Surprisingly, Connor’s lips quirk with the hint of a smile. “Fair enough.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Mira
“Fuck…” I awaken to the swear word leaving my lips, accompanied by a scorching, consuming heat between my thighs. The warmth comes from Dorian’s fingers rubbing my pussy and circling my clit, getting me ready for him. It’s the middle of the night; the moon is shining high in the sky, and the house is dead silent. “Dorian—”
“Shh. I just need to use this pussy, then you can go back to sleep.”
His words should be humiliating, but instead they cause the heat between my thighs to burn all the brighter. Iloveit when he uses me to get himself off, though he’s never a selfish lover. Even when he’s borrowing my body for his own ends, he’s still attentive to my needs.Overlyattentive.
“Dorian, I’ve come so many times today already, I don’t know if I can—”
“I don’t care. Either safeword or take it.” He doesn’t stop his movements, as if he’s already certain that I’ll choose to take it.
He’s right. I’m tired and this is pushing me, but not too far. I want to make him feel good too, to get him off, and I know that the reciprocation when we have sex is what gets him most excited. He doesn’t get offunlessI get off.How did I get so lucky?
“What time is it?” I mumble, back arching as he slides two fingers into me.
“Three.”
“I have classes early tomorrow morning—”
“If you have the bandwidth to think about school right now, I’m clearly not doing my job.” He positions himself between my thighs, then wraps a hand around my neck. “Look at me.” His thumb rubs circles over my clit, making me gasp. I find his eyes even in the darkness of the room. The green of his irises glow, almost like his passion is enough to light them up. My toes curl as we watch each other, and he blinks slowly. “Come.”
I’m helpless to do anything but obey. My body jerks, and I muffle my moan with my hands. I don’t want to wake up anyone else, not when there’s finally a fragile peace in this house.
“Good girl.” Dorian flips me onto my hands and knees without giving me warning. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, pressing my upper body into the mattress. I turn my head sideways, loving the cool sheets against my face. I’m burning up with both my body heat and Dorian’s, and I get the feeling that things will only get hotter from here.
I’m proven right when he starts to slide inside me, one thick inch at a time. He releases a low grunt, digging his nails into my hips. “Fuckinghell, that’s hot.”
“You should open the window,” I breathe. “It’s too warm in here.”
“Not what I was talking about.” He gives my ass a light slap. “Thisis hot as fuck. You’re hot as fuck. Jesus Christ, what did I do to deserve you?”
He’s echoing my own thoughts, but I can’t resist teasing him. “Chased me down in a forest, kidnapped me…”
He releases my neck, gathers both of my arms in his hands, and pins them at the small of my back. “You’ll pay for that, baby.”
He makes good on his threat, pumping into me with deep, hard strokes that make my eyes roll into the back of my head. I moan and whimper and try to wriggle my hands, but he only tightens his grip. He doesn’t play with my clit like he usually does, but he doesn’t need to. The feeling of him inside me, the force of his desire and passion, is enough to get me off.
I come with a cry that I muffle into the bedsheets, fingers grasping air and body shivering. Dorian lets out a long curse before also orgasming, buried so deep inside me I can’t tell where he starts and I end. He releases my wrists, letting them fall limply to my sides. After laying down flat on the bed, he pulls me into him, arranging our bodies so they fit together like pieces of a puzzle.
“You’re making me coffee in the morning,” I say with a yawn. “And bringing it to me before I wake up.”
“Can I fuck you first?” At my glare, Dorian chuckles. “Just kidding. Kinda.” He drops a kiss on my forehead. “I like it when you’re bossy. I’ll make you as much coffee as you wantandbreakfast in bed, as long as I get to fuck you before school.”
I let out a grumble that lacks any real rancor. I’mverysore, but I’m also addicted to the feeling of him inside me, so I won’t complain.
“Deal.”
