His thumb slides up my folds, then glides over my clit in achingly slow circles. Pleasure shoots through me, and I roll my hips, yearning for a deeper touch. He stills his hand. His voice deepens, turns taunting. “How long is a while?”
He’s torturing me on purpose when all I want is more of him. All of him. I want him on top of me. Inside me. Yet he’s still standing at the edge of the table between my legs, fully clothed while I’m half undressed, only the most vulnerable parts of me—my breasts and my sex—bared. Yet his hand remains unmoving over my center, even as I rock my hips against his fingers. I open my eyes to scowl at him and find a ready smile on his face.
“William, please,” I bite out.
“Well, you asked so nicely.” He steps in closer, leans over me, and drops his mouth between my legs.
I gasp as he slides his tongue over my folds in a languorous sweep. Every nerve at my core is on fire, and he stokes it with every brush of his mouth, his tongue. His fingers work in tandem, parting me, filling me, coaxing moans and whimpers I didn’t even know I could make. Release builds hotter inside me, and I run my hands through his hair, rolling my hips against his mouth. My thighs tremble in anticipation of my orgasm?—
He pulls back, slowly, tauntingly, drawing his fingers out from inside me as he lifts himself away.
My voice snags on a whine. “What are you doing?” I say through panted breaths. My entire being thrums on the precipice of the release I almost had.
He steps back, and I lift myself on my forearms to keep my eyes on him. A corner of his slick mouth quirks as he undoes his already loosened cravat, then the top buttons of his waistcoat and shirt. “I recall promising you torment.”
I blink a few times through the haze of my arousal until his voice echoes through my head, words whispered in the hall outside my dormitory bedroom.
I’ll tease you, torment you, until you’re begging me, whimpering and whining like one of your blushing heroines.
I arch a brow. “Haven’t you made me whimper and whine enough?”
He shrugs off his waistcoat, then his shirt. My gaze locks on his toned torso, the flex of his muscles as he tosses the article to the ground. “Oh, love, we’re just getting started.”
He returns to me, stepping to the outside of my legs and lifting my back the rest of the way off the table. I wind my arms around his neck as he pulls me against his chest, drawing me fully into his arms. He smiles down at me, then lowers his lips to mine in a slow kiss. The taste of me on his tongue sends a strange thrill through me.
Our momentum shifts as he strides across the room with me in his arms. Then my back presses into something soft. As he pulls away slightly, I see we’ve moved to the couch. His fingertips come to the front of my corset, finally unclasping the bottom closures and freeing me from the garment. I’m already sliding my skirt down my hips when he tugs it the rest of the way down.
He pulls back even more, his body propped beside me on the couch, and lets his gaze sweep over me. His eyes follow the trail of his palm as he glides it down my neck, my breasts, my stomach, then skates past my center and down my thighs. When his eyes return to mine, I lace my hands behind his neck and pull his mouth to mine. His kisses are soft and light now, and I take my turn to explore his body with my touch. My hands rove his chest, then his back, rounding the curve of his still-clothed backside until I palm the front of his trousers. His length strains against his fly.
“You’re aching for my touch, aren’t you?” I say, using his own words against him.
He rocks against my hand in answer, a groan building in his throat.
“How long, William? How long have you been aching for me?”
“It feels like a fucking lifetime,” he says against my lips, and he finally undoes his trousers and lets me shove them down his hips.
Our kiss deepens, but as I try to wind my legs around him and pull more of his waist against me, he hardly budges.
“More,” I beg, fisting his firm length and delighting in the hiss of pleasure he releases. “I want you. I want you so bad I can’t take this anymore.”
He brings his lips to my ear. “Then say it again, Edwina. Tell me you don’t want anyone else to touch me but you.”
I pull my head back and meet his eyes. “I want you all to myself.”
“How much of me?”
My breaths grow sharp and heavy. Then, gently, I push my palm against his chest. He obeys my silent command, lifting away from me. I shadow his every move, not letting more than an inch of space between us as I guide him into a seated position on the couch and straddle his hips. His erection is firm against my inner thigh, so close to where I want it but not close enough. I raise myself slightly, then bring my mouth to his. He lets me take the lead as I kiss him. “These lips are mine. This…” I stroke my palm down his length, then guide him toward my entrance. He bites his lip as the tip of his cock enters my slick warmth. Then, in a slow move, I lower myself onto him and take him fully inside me. As I rise back up the length of him, my next word comes out with a gasp. “Mine.”
He pulls me against him, burying his face in my neck as I guide our rhythm, riding his cock and rocking my hips to hit all the places I’m learning I like. The way he fills me, stretches me,feels like he was made for me. Pleasure writhes through my very being, cresting as he cups my breast and circles my nipple with his tongue. My release builds all over again, but this time I’m the one keeping it at bay, slowing my pace just when I think I might fall. Our bodies grow slick with sweat, and William’s grip on my hips tightens. The way his hips rock harder, I can tell he’s close too.
I draw back and meet his eyes, drinking in the tormented need written over his face. “What about me, William? Do you want me all to yourself? Do you want to keep me from touching another man? From kissing him? From riding him like this? From taking all this pleasure you’re teaching me and using it with someone else?”
His expression darkens, and his grip on my waist holds me in place. “Don’t even say those fucking words. I want you and only you. I want my scent coating every inch of your skin. In your hair. I want you so fully wrapped in me that every fae male will smell me on you for miles.”
His possessive words send a jolt of excitement through me. I rock my hips, the only move I can make with him holding me in place. It’s enough to make his lashes flutter. I take on a taunting tone. “Your scent may keep fae males at bay, but what about human ones? How will you keep me to yourself when humans have such weak senses?”
He draws one hand away from my hip to cradle the back of my neck. Then he brings his lips to mine without kissing me. “I’ll ruin you for every man who comes after me,” he says against my mouth. “I’ll fuck you so deep, satisfy you so thoroughly, you’ll never be able to touch another without thinking of me. I’ll reach a place no one ever will again.”
