He pulled me to himself and wrapped his other hand around my waist. “The thing where you say one thing, and your body says something else.”
I locked my jaw, my pulse quickening. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then why is your heart racing?” he teased with a grin, his fingers caressing my face.
As soon as his skin collided with mine, something frozen melted inside me. My knees turned to jelly in an instant, and mybreath hitched in my throat. “Demyon, I’m tired. Let go of me,” I whispered, my voice shaking.
He didn’t move, didn’t say another word.
When I tried to squirm out of his hold, the unexpected happened. In my clumsiness, my hand brushed against the folds of his towel, and the damn thing dropped to the floor.
Stack naked, he stared at me in silence, as if reveling in the look on my face. My brows rose at the sight of his cock, and my eyes widened in shock. I tried to look away, but couldn’t—it was like an invisible force had me glued to his groin.
He was clean-shaven down there, and even his balls were sparkly. His cap had turned pink, with veins streaking his hard length.
“Oh, God!” I exclaimed softly, covering my face with my palms.
“Leave God out of this,” he said, taking a step closer while I withdrew from him. “This is a couple’s affair.”
No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t hold his gaze because my eyes kept flicking down to his cock.
“You like the view, don’t you?” he teased, staring into my face. “Don’t be shy. It’s yours.”
Wait a minute. Did he just imply that his body belonged to me? Was it like a mutual thing—I belonged to him as much as he belonged to me?
I stopped moving backward when my back hit the solid wall behind me. He halted in front of me with his palm on the wall beside my head.
“It’s déjà vu all over again,” he whispered in my face, his breath warm against my skin.
“Demyon…” I called softly, too weak to even speak.
“Shh.” He placed a finger on my lips as his eyes roamed over my body. “Save your strength. You’ll need it.”
My heart was pounding so loudly that I thought he could hear it. My sense of reasoning had abandoned me by now, and my brain was completely blank. At this point, I could no longer hide my arousal, and although he hadn’t touched me yet, I was already unraveling before him.
“You know I won’t take you without your permission, right?” He looked into my eyes, his voice smooth and enticing.
I hesitated, trying to pull myself together even though I was doing a very bad job of it. “Will…will you walk away if I say I don’t want this?” I asked, my voice low and trembling.
“Yes.” He looked straight into my eyes and added, “But only on the condition that your body agrees with you.”
I stared at him, speechless and confused. It was obvious that I wanted this, but my pride and shame were getting in the way.
“Go ahead,” he whispered, brushing my cheek with the back of my fingers. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
Fuck you, Demyon.
“But before you do that.” His hand left my face and began slowly climbing up my thighs. “I want you to imagine me deep inside you…. Imagine how good that would feel.”
The sound of his husky voice and the sensation of his hand brushing my thigh stole my breath away. My pulse was racing, and my heart wouldn’t stop hammering in my heaving chest.
The higher he climbed up my tunnel, the more difficult it became to breathe.
“Demyon…” I whimpered, helpless and vulnerable.
“Go ahead,” he insisted, teasing me with his fingertips. “Say it.” He found my underpants. “I dare you.”
An abrupt moan fell from my lips when he slipped underneath my panties and swiped through my entrance.
