I taunted him with a roll of my hips. “Your heart is going to shatter when you put me up on the auction block at the Witches Ball.”
His jaw clenched as if he were bracing himself. A moment later his eyes snapped open. A storm of emotion tumbled within their inky abyss, so swift and tangled together I couldn’t read them. His voice was gruff and pained. “I have no heart, remember?”
I tipped my chin up. “Neither do I.”
It was easier lying to each other in the mirror, our reflections marred by steam.
My chest swelled and fell with shallow breaths. A carnal knowledge my body knew only too well had blistering heat razing outward from my aching core, and my hips were desperate to move in an ancient rhythm of desire and need. Our height difference was too much for what I hungered for. I braced my palms against the slippery vanity top and raised myself up higher by climbing onto the wide, flat handles of the vanity’s bottom drawer and balanced on my toes.
Confusion clouded his expression.
As I slowly drew my skirt upward in gracefully draping folds, bunching it between my fingers, I exposed the scalloped trim of my panties.
“Holy shit…”I heard him mutter under his breath.“Fuck.”
My stance allowed me to push my ass back, wiggle, and angle his cock through the apex of my parted thighs. We both let out a low curse at the delicious feel of him spearing along my sex, hidden behind arousal-damp fabric.
“Fuck…”he hissed, then groaned once more. “What are you doing?”
Taking what I wanted. Using him.
Surely it was obvious? I wiggled, bearing down on his cock, and the gruff grunt he made was so dirty hot and embarrassingly loud that I had to bite my lip to stop myself from both laughing and replying with my own indecent moan.
Oh my gods…
So godsdamned good.
He pressed a flattened hand against my spine to urge me downward gently. But I resisted, fighting back because he wanted it too much. A moment later, I surrendered and allowed him to position me lower. The front of my dress gaped low. The bra barely contained my breasts, and were tantalizingly on display, yet it was my spine that captivated him. He ran a single fingertip along the ripple of bone. “This,your fight.That’s what I love most.”
He moved slowly with a sensual roll of his hips. The friction of his thick shaft stroking against cotton threads and hitting every single nerve ending had me gasping. And suffering for not being able to have all of him inside me as I truly wanted.
He palmed and kneaded my ass as he stroked. I dropped my heavy head and disappeared into a white-hazed world of pleasure, staring between us where we were connected. Lust raced through my veins as I watched the tip of his cock appear and then vanish in tandem with his powerful body moving behind me.
I could reach between my legs and touch him. Squeeze my fist around the head of his cock. Run my fingertips along the iron ridge. Reach back further and cup him.
Tipping my head back, I glanced at the mirror and realized his gaze was fixed on my parted lips. He wanted me to touch his cock. My mouth preferably. For my lips to press a sweet, chaste kiss to its glistening crown. For my tongue to swipe the slit and lick along the veined underside.
But I think what he hungered for most was for me to kiss him.
A careless sweep of my hand to gain more room sent all my skin products clattering to the stone floor in a smattering of thumps. By the swift, worried glance, they bothered him.
I huffed a laugh and swiveled my hips, my thighs tightening around his rock-hard erection to bring him back. That luscious mouth fell open on a deeply tortured groan. Wet hair fell across his forehead as he bowed forward, his body folding over mine.
His nose nudged my throat to the side, and he kissed my flushed skin. “I want you, little bird, so fucking bad.” His hand roamed my body as we mimicked sex, dry-fucking one another, to glide down my arm and thread his fingers through mine.
“I want to fuck you properly,” he confessed, and the words and sonorous vibration against the shell of my ear were a hot wet lick against my clit. It ached and throbbed, yearning for his cock. When he sucked on my earlobe, I gasped as exquisite torture of the best kind barreled through me. And I almost came. Suddenly, his weight lifted from my back. He clutched my messy bun, causing a dull sting of pain as he arched my head back to angle me toward him. I met fiery, lust-addled eyes. “Kiss me,” he growled almost angrily.
My laughter had a wicked bite to it because he was so desperate.
“So cruel, little bird,” he groaned, nipping at my ear.
He straightened, hauling me with him so I was upright and held against his chest. Calloused hands smoothed over the swell of my breasts, his thumbs sweeping across my hard nipples, teasing me.
Oh my gods, yes, yes, yes…
His hips surged forward and back, retreating like a wave on the shore, dragging me along with him as we both crested fast, our hitched gasps and soft moans twining together within the small room.
Stop. We needed to stop before the impending orgasm dashed my mind into oblivion.
