I thought the sight of her flushed and at my mercy was sexy, but the sight of her relaxed and satisfied…it keeps setting something off inside my chest.
I swallow to repress the sensation shoving against my ribs and murmur, “How many more orgasms do you think I can wring from your body tonight?”
She hums. “A lot.”
My lips curl against the side of her neck. “That’s right, baby. A whole fucking lot.”
She turns her head, her sooty lashes hanging so low they blunt out the shiny blue and gold. As she kisses me, she snakes her hand between our bodies and closes it around me. I concentrate on her clit while she strokes me through my sweatpants.
When I feel her hand dip inside, I hiss, “I’m not done with you.”
“I’d hope not.” Still, she turns in my arms, forcing my hand off her.
My jaw pops, but my annoyance is rapidly replaced with enthusiasm. One that grows as she guides my pants and briefs off my hips, setting my dick free.
She pumps me, chasing my mouth for a kiss. Our tongues war and our teeth clash. Her fingers feel like a straitjacket as more blood pools beneath my flesh and swells it.
I hoist Electra onto the sink top, yank off her pants, then grab one of her ankles and lift her leg.
Like always, the sight of her pink and engorged almost makes me blow my load right there and then, without penetration.
“I’m going to fucking miss you,” I whisper, my fingers clenching around the slender bone while my eyes sweep from her flushed pussy to her flushed face.
She bites down on her mouth. “Me too.”
“Don’t go,” I find myself begging. And not because I’ve slid back into character, but because I worry about her spending time with my parents’ murderer and returning to me with hate in her heart.
“I’ll be back in no time,” she promises.
“Did you tell your brother?”
“He’s coming with us.”
“Dorian is coming with you?”
“Oh.” She dents her lip. “No. I meant Alexander.”
“Is Dorian on board with your trip?”
“Can wenotdiscuss my family right now?”
My mouth thins.
“I swear I’ll tell him.”
That doesn’t reassure me. But then an idea hits, grows, hardens.
Maybe her leaving isn’t the worst thing. After all, it would give me the time and space to find another way to get Quinn out without worrying my stepbrothers would retaliate by going after Electra.
My erection returns with a vengeance. Even though I ache to sink inside her, one look at her, all rosy and slick, has me hooking her knee over my shoulder and crouching. I bury my face against her and lick, suck, nip until her thighs tremble and her breathing grows ragged. She’s sweet and warm, like some syrupy delicacy fresh out of the oven.
Electra rolls one palm over her breast, fingers shaping her nipple into a tighter peak, and sinks the other into my hair. God, I love when she tugs on it.
I dip my finger into her tight channel before trailing it to the next hole and rimming it. “Someday, I’m going to take you there,” I warn her, tapping the bundle of nerves.
“Over my dead body,” she croaks.
I smile up at her. “You’d love it.”
