A depraved glint fills his eyes, his pupils nearly swallowing his irises. With his once-slicked hair now in disarray, his dress shirt half open, revealing a sheen of sweat on his writhing pecs, he looks like the actual king of the underworld.
And he’s claiming me as his queen.
My core pulses. I squeeze my legs, needing the pressure. Needing something to finish me off.
Smack!
“Elias!” I gasp, sparks appearing in my eyes.
“You don’t get to come until I say you do.” He rubs the sting away from my pussy lips. “And you definitely don’t get to come until I have a taste.”
He buries his face between my legs before I can say another word.
A scream tears out of me as pleasure explodes from my core, shattering every cell of my body. Wetness slicks out, my eyes rolling backward, and I thrash on the table.
My mind faintly registers I’m fully naked while he’s still clothed, but the depravity only fans the madness.
“My sweet Lana. You taste as sweet as you smell.” He groans into my pussy, his tongue lapping at my wetness, each lick sparking aftershocks as I quake before him.
Before I can fully take a breath, the sound of a zipper tears through the air.
Then he’s on top of me, arms braced at my sides, head hovering just above me. His cock, hard and thick, wet at the tip, perches at my entrance.
But he holds himself still.
His breaths throttle out of him, his gaze darting over my face, my neck, my body, and back up, like he can’t possibly look his fill.
My tongue dips out, mouth watering.
“I need you.” I curl my legs around his ass and squeeze. “All of you.”
A twitch of his jaw. He still doesn’t move. “You protected?”
I forgot about protection.
“Please. Yes. Birth control. You clear?” My nails dig into his back.
A curt nod. His eyes flare, darkening impossibly more. “What’s my name?”
An ache pulses in my heart. I know what he wants to hear from me.
What heneedsto hear from me.
“Elias,” I whisper. My heart breaks, knowing he refuses to be Kian.
He hisses then bears down, thrusting into me in one rough stroke.
I scream, pain carving through me as everything catches fire.
He jolts, then freezes. His gaze snaps to mine again.
“How?”
Eyes tearing up, lips trembling, I cradle his cheek. “I just couldn’t…never found the right person…”
Yes, I pretend I’m experienced. I’ve made out with guys, used toys and dildos, but have never gone all the way.
I used to think I was defective. In my thirties and still a virgin. I couldn’t bring myself to have sex with anyone. Then I thought to myself, why force the issue? Why didn’t I just wait until it felt right?
