“Mmmm. You look so good in these.” I run my hands up and under her shirt, raising it slowly. Her eyes find mine, and herblack pupils nearly eclipse the green. I run my hands up and up and … more lace. I lift her shirt up and over her head, throwing it to the side. I make sure the shirt lands right on thatdamnbook, so that I don’t have to think aboutJoshfor the rest of the night.
I look down to find that she’s wearing a matching lace top. “I guess you wear this all the time, too?” I joke.
“Yep. Every day, all day.” I dart my tongue out and make a show of swiping it across my lips. I’m imagining what she’d look like walking around in this set all day, every day. I intend to make that happen. I continue running my hands over the lace, passing my thumb over each nipple in the process. She arches into my hand, her breath quickening. Her perky tits rise and fall in perfect harmony.
“So perfect, Sloane,” I rasp, bringing my mouth down to her right nipple. I grab it lightly between my teeth and tug, evoking a quick inhale followed by a breathy pant. I move to the other one, doing the same as the first. She sits up onto her elbows to get a closer look.That’s my girl, such a quick study. I look up at her through the loose strands of hair that have fallen over my eyes, and give her a look that’s sure to let her know that I’m up to no good. She shudders, biting on her lower lip.
“Mmm. What should I do to you first, darling? I hope you didn’t have any plans tonight, because I don’t plan on leaving this room until you forget about every single one of thosebook boyfriends.” She gasps, mouth shooting open.
“What, darling? You don’t think I know what you’ve been reading?” I tease, trailing kisses up her neck. I pause when I reach her ear, and I whisper, “My name is the only name I want you screaming when I make you see galaxies that you didn’t even know existed. My name is the only name I want you remembering when you use your vibrator alone in the dark.” Yeah, I might have watched her last night on the security cameras. Like I said, she’smine. I pull away to glance up ather face. Her freckle-dusted cheeks are alight with that familiar shade of pink, and her eyes are that shade of green that tells me that I have herexactlywhere I want her.
“Say that you’re mine, Sloane.” I’m suddenly feeling possessive, and I need to hear her say the words.
“I’m yours,” she says, breathless. Her eyes are like daggers that dig a hole straight through to my black heart. I can feel it changing, melting into a puddle for the creature before me.
My eyes dart back and forth between hers, looking for any sign that she feels as deeply as I do. My gaze flicks down to her mouth as she swipes her tongue over her lower lip. When I bring my gaze back to hers, she’s staring at my mouth. I bring up my right hand and run my thumb over her cheek and down to her lips. I cup her jaw in my hand and bring my mouth down to hers, unable to resist any longer.
The kiss is slow and steady. It’s coming home after a long day, or waking up to watch the sunrise above the horizon. Our lips move together in perfect unison, like moving musical parts that come together to form a perfect melody. It’s sensual and seductive as we move with one another. She moans into my mouth, opening up as our tongues meet.
The kiss quickly transpires into pure desire. Her hands find my hair, grabbing and tugging. My hand slips beneath her arched back to unclasp her bra. I pull it off and toss it to the side. I break the kiss to move down and pull off her thong, tossing it over my shoulder.
She sits up and grabs the hem of my shirt, tugging it roughly over my head. I help her get it all the way off and hurriedly move down to my pants, grabbing and tugging them down my legs. She eyes the bulging silhouette in my boxers, pupils blown, lips puffy and swollen. I take a second to look her over, trying to grasp how fuckingperfect, and how fuckingmineshe is. She tilts her head.
“What?” I ask.
“Oh, nothing. You’re just so damn …sexy,” she says as she averts her gaze, suddenly feeling shy although she’s stripped bare and wide open before me. I love how she gets self-conscious when she frees her thoughts from her captive mind. I reach down and tilt her chin up, bringing her eyes back to mine.
“That’s it, Sloane. I want your eyes here when I free you from the chains you hold yourself in. I want to watch you lose control. I want to see how pretty you are when you’re truly free.”
34
Sloane
His words are my undoing. Every ounce of control that he spoke of vanishes, and I become everything and nothing. I’m suddenly lost to the darkness. Lost to the complete paradox that isRiven Reilly.
I sit up, grabbing his boxers and roughly pulling them down his thighs. He allows me full control, knowing that I need to overcome this part of myself. His very generously sized dick springs free, and even though I should not be this surprised by it by now, my breathing halts. Whoever made this man tipped over the “penis size” jar and let it spill out almost completely before realizing and hurriedly capping it off.
“Oh, yeah? You think that’s a cute joke, huh?”Miss Halo herself pops out of nowhere. Now isnotthe time, so I swat her away inside my mind.
I sit there staring at the damn thing for entirely too long before gazing up at him through my lashes. I find him staring down at me with so much intensity that it makes me feel like the only person on planet Earth.Damn.I don’t shy away from it this time. Instead, I give himmybest impression of someone who’s clearly up to no good. He gives me an approving smirk, arching a black eyebrow over his stormy gray iris.
I move my legs from underneath his and kneel, sitting back on my heels. From this angle, his dick is standing at full attention directly in my line of sight. I lean forward, letting the warmth of my breath fan over his skin. I can see goosebumps climbing his muscular thighs, and it pleases me. I lean forward a little further, darting my tongue out to flick it over the tip and then suck it into my mouth. I’m almost certain I hear him groan, and it causes me to chuckle around him. He pushes forward as his hips reflexively thrust. I tsk, pulling back to look up at him.
“Now, now, professor. No need to be so hurried. I like to take my time,” I purr. His hands are pressed against his sides in fists, his knuckles white from restraint. I inch forward again and suck the tip into my mouth, pressing him in about halfway. He groans and his thighs flex. I grab onto them firmly and pull him farther into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat, and then I moan. His hands leave his sides and find my hair. He grabs roughly, as tears fill my eyes. I start to move out, but he uses his hands to halt me in place.
“Sloane,” he says through gritted teeth. He sounds downright desperate, and there’s a darkness laced in his tone that I haven’t heard before. Although it should have me running in the opposite direction, it sends a wave of heat straight to my core.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth now, and you’re going to be a good girl and take it, okay?” I don’t know why he phrases it like a question when we both know he isn’t asking. I nod once. He grabs the back of my head and pushes me all the way forwarduntil I gag. Then, he moves back out slowly and does it again. Fresh tears sting my eyes and escape down my cheeks.
“Sloane,fuck, yes. You are so good. Let me show you how I like it, darling.” He’s driving in and out as he thrusts himself into my mouth. I suction my lips closed around him and plant my tongue firmly against the underside of his shaft. Hemoans, throwing his head back.I swear that it’s the sexiest sound I think I’ve ever heard in my entire life. That sound alone must do something to me as I reach up and cup his balls in either of my hands, squeezing. I meet his thrusts with my forward momentum. I suck harder and faster, and he releases the reins on his control to hand them back to me.
“Fuck, Sloane, I’m about to … Yes,yes.” I feel his thrust turn choppy and short, and I know he’s close. I hum around him, holding him to the back of my throat as he finishes. I swallow and release him, kneeling back on my heels. He runs his hands through his hair as he sits back. His lust-filled gaze finds my mirrored one, and he huffs out a deep chuckle. It’s a beautiful sound, and I want him to do it again.
He leans over and plants a single, soft kiss on my lips. My eyes close and remain that way when he pulls away. As I’m about to open them, I feel his lips on mine again, this time with more force. I open up for him, and his tongue finds mine as they dance around one another. He pushes forward as I lean back, and we continue moving until he’s on top of me and I’m flat against the mattress. I feel him hardening once more against me. I thrust my hips into him, and he bites my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging playfully.
He lets go, looking up at me through dark strands of hair, eyes finding mine. He brings his hand to my navel and starts walking his fingers down, and down, and …
“Riven,” I moan as his fingers find my clit, circling before trailing them down to my center. He presses a single finger inside of me.
