I laugh and give it up, for now. “So, does this mean you forgive me, then?” I ask, grinning.
“Actually, I think I’m still mad. Maybe if you beg, though.” She’s smiling, and her eyes are now so light that I swear they might be translucent. I can almost see the fire burning behind them. I can’t help the full-on laugh that escapes me as I throw my head back against the sofa.
“Sloane, if you wanted me to get on my knees for you, all you had to do was ask.”
She blushes, dusting her freckles in pink. She averts her gaze from mine to stare at her hands in her lap. I scoot down the sofa and reach over to tilt her chin up with my finger.
“Eyes on me, Sloane.” Her lips part, bringing my gaze down to them briefly. “Is that what you want?” I whisper.
“I … what?” she asks, breathless. I slide my hand down her chin until it’s circling her throat, and I tilt her head back. I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Do you want me to beg for your forgiveness, Sloane?” I watch as the goosebumps erupt over her neck.
“Yes,” she pants.
I release her throat from my hand and stand from the sofa. I turn until I’m standing right in front of her. She looks up at me through her lashes, and so many filthy thoughts run through my mind. Her eyes search mine as she considers what my next move might be. I drop down to my knees right in front of her. Her gaze drops with mine as her eyes widen.
“Should I crawl to you? Should I worship at your feet? Say the word, darling, and it’s yours.” She follows my eyes as they trail down her body and then back up. She’s silent for several seconds, staring at me. Then, she makes a move that I don’t see coming. And it has me grasping at every ounce of control that’s grappling to hold me down.
She reaches down and grips the bottom of her tee, lifting it over her head. She tosses it to the side carelessly. I realize she wasn’t wearing a bra as her perfect tits are now on full display. Now, all she has on are her silky black pajama shorts. I swallow.
Her eyes never leave mine as she trails one hand down her chest at an agonizing pace until she finds her nipple, twisting it in her fingers. If my goal was to let her see how much control she has over me, it’s working. Because she hasallof it right now. Her lips part as she plays with herself, and I have to fist my hands at my sides to maintain what’s left of my restraint.
“Sloane,” I warn. She smirks, moving her hand down and down, until she finds the waistband of her shorts. She slips her hand a couple of inches below the fabric, moaning. It’s breathy, and needy, and I nearly lose it.Nearly.
“Take them off,” I order. “Now.” It’s not a full release of the reins, but it’s enough for the moment.
She stills her hand and looks me dead in the eyes and says, “Beg.”
Oh, she’s good. She’ssogood, and she knows she has me right where she wants me. I let out a low chuckle.
“Sloane …pleaseremove those fucking shorts, before I do it for you,” I say, teeth clenched.
She arches a brow, continuing her descent into her pajama shorts. She tosses her head back and spreads her knees to make room for what she wants. She begins moving her hand inside the thin silk, and what escapes her mouth next has me comingcompletelyundone.
“Riven,” she moans.
The next thing I know, I’m standing and reaching under her thighs with both hands to lift her from the sofa. She gasps, pulling her hand free to wrap her arms around my neck. We pause for a moment to stare into each other’s eyes. I don’t know if we’re silently asking for permission to keep going or if we’re trying to commit this moment to memory. Her eyes dart back and forth between mine, and she nods once. It’s enough to have me moving forward until the front of my thighs find the kitchen island. I sit her down on the countertop, and she frees her arms from around my neck to lean back on her hands.
Her tits rise and fall in rhythm to her accelerated breathing. Her eyes are on mine, and I hold her gaze while reaching my hand over to grab the corkscrew that’s sitting on the counter to my right. I drag it along the island’s top and up onto her right thigh. She stares down at it, an intrigued expression taking shape on her beautiful face. I lightly drag the sharp end of the corkscrew up her thigh, watching as her eyes darken with the same intensity I saw in the forest that night. She tracks the movement of it as I drag it over her shorts and hook it at the top,near the middle of her waistband. I stop, and her eyes slowly lift to mine.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers.
In one motion, I grab her waistband with my left hand and cut through her shorts with the corkscrew. I toss the screw over my right shoulder and grab the remaining fabric, pulling it apart to free her thighs. The flimsy material falls to the floor, and I finally take in the sight before my eyes. I take a step back to admire all that she is.
“You’re so perfect, Sloane. The things I want to do to you. I …” She reaches forward and places a single finger over my lips.
“Shh. Less talking, more doing. If I remember correctly, you’re supposed to bebegging.”Fuck. She reaches down to grab the hem of my shirt and lifts it. I grab the back of it and pull it the rest of the way off. She places both her palms on my chest, running them down until she meets the waistband of my pants. She hooks her fingers beneath them and pulls me into her. Her eyes shift between mine as her tongue darts out and swipes over her lower lip.
“I want you to drag me into the darkness, Riven. I want to know every part of you.” Her words unleash something inside of me that’s been begging to be let out. I reach behind her and tug on her ponytail roughly, forcing her head back as I bring my mouth down to her ear.
“As you wish, darling.” I move my mouth down to her throat, kissing and sucking as I twist her hair in my hand to pin her there. She whimpers and thrusts her hips up into mine. My already hard cock is throbbing against my boxers as she presses into me. A moan escapes from her as I trail kisses down her throat until I find her nipple. I suck it into my mouth, hard, twirling my tongue over it.
“Riven,please,” she begs. I release her nipple to peer up at her through the loose strands of hair that have fallen over my eyes.
“Soneedy. Isn’t it me who’s supposed to be the one begging?” I chuckle. She blushes, and the color creeps over her chest. I love the way she looks when her skin flushes just for me.Fuck, it’s addicting. I want to see it over and over and over again. I resume trailing kisses down her abdomen and then stop. I don’t want to rush this. I kiss and suck, moving lower and lower until my mouth is centimeters from her glistening center.
“Sloane, you’re already so fucking wet for me.” I look up briefly to catch a glimpse of her rose-colored cheeks. I hook my hands beneath her thighs and pull her roughly to the edge of the island, eliciting a sharp inhale from her lips.
