“You seem upset.”
“I am.”
“Oh, that won’t do, then, will it?” He leaned down, biting gently on my ear as he pressed his body against mine.
My hair had slipped out of my neat bun when his fingers tangled through the midnight strands. He hiked my dress up to expose my legs, using his hips as a barrier that kept them from closing.
“Wait—” The words fell short before he sucked high on my neck by my jaw. A cold, leather-covered hand traced under my dress and crept up my thigh. I tried to clench my legs closed, but he was in the way.
“Behave,” he breathed into my neck. “I am trying to be nice. Let me cheer you up.”
My skin was on fire wherever he breathed, touched, sucked.Any thoughts about my rigid ethical compass slipped away and spun out of control. He was purely magnetic that way.
As much as I hated him for making me feel like this, for him, of all people, he could have anything he wanted. Why bother me? Why must he be so stubborn and fixated on the one who wanted to kill him?
“Remember how my tongue felt on your fingers that night?” he asked against my neck, placing another mark on my neck above one of the nearly healed bruises.
I nodded and turned my face away in embarrassment.
He responded by pulling away.
A disappointed knot formed in his absence. I looked down and saw those broad shoulders between my legs. My eyes widened, but my reaction was delayed by a warm, wet sensation against my skin.
“No!” I snapped, but he reached up and gripped my thighs, my legs resting on his shoulders. He pulled my body closer to the edge of the table.
His tongue traced up and down my labia lightly, teasing around the area before I could feel myself throbbing in anticipation, twitching at any stray movements. His tongue dampened the surrounding skin. Fingers played with the hem of my silk stockings as his focus was dedicated entirely between my thighs.
“Let go!” I grabbed him by the hair, yanking his head up.
His now-black eyes peered up at me through his blond lashes before his face lowered behind the bunched-up dress, ignoring my protests.
A long tongue danced playfully between my legs before prodding gently to ask for entrance.
If I bit my lip any harder, it would have bled. Though I did not think he would mind that either. It was getting harder to muffle the sounds my throat ached to make. What keptme from saying no? Whenever I thought to tell him off, I was distracted by the feeling of his tongue teasing me. My fist still held on to his hair, but I was unsure if I wanted to push him away or pull him closer.
Slowly, he pushed his tongue inside until his lips could suck on the surrounding area, coaxing a soft gasp from me.
This was new to me. In the many times I’d tried to seek pleasure from a man, it never came close to something like this. The tightness forming at the bottom of my abdomen made me pant, struggling to catch a full breath. The windows began to fog around us in the small glass room.
His mouth vibrated against my skin when a low clicking emanated from his throat.
I lay back on the table, letting go of his hair, as I was unable to support myself as pleasure rippled through my body.
He shifted by standing up, my legs over his shoulders, so that he was in full view, but so was I. He glanced down at me while he lapped between my thighs, using one of his hands to play with my clit.
My cheeks were now red from embarrassmentandfrom the blood rushing to my head from the position. My nails dug into the table’s surface, desperately trying to find something to grab.
I could only manage to glare at him. If I let him derive too much pleasure from this, he would begin to think he’d won.
“Oh, if this isn’t the most beautiful view”—he flattened his tongue against the wetness coming from me—“then I don’t know what is.” Without another moment wasted, he slipped that devil’s tongue into me again, reaching deeper than I would have expected anyone to.
I yelped, arching my back.
He gasped against me as he moved his tongue,flexing it forward and curling to hit that forbidden spot that was not often found.
“Silas!” I whined, closing my eyes tight as he moved inside me.
Calling his name made him physically tense, his movements becoming more ravenous.
