“You’dlove it.”
“I would, but only if you did.” I return my finger to her other opening and flatten my tongue against her clit.
Her body jerks, and her hands slam against the marble, knuckles whitening when I add another finger and pump.
“Cillian,” she moans.
I don’t just hate the sound of my false name, I fucking despise it and want, more than anything, to replace it with my real one.
My anger has me swirling my tongue faster. Her lips part around a choked exhale that transforms into a scream when I lash her clit with the tip of my tongue.
As she comes, I hold her heavily-lidded stare and press gentle kisses to her core, rising only once she’s quiet.
My needy dick bobs between us when I loom over her. “Don’t leave for too long.”
She rakes her nails down the side of my ribcage. “I won’t. I promise.”
“Good. Because you’ve made a monster out of me with that perfect cunt, those pretty tits, and those striking eyes.” I run my palms down her thighs as I slant my mouth over hers and kiss her hard.
Her back bows, which pushes her warm, wet center into my waiting erection. A short growl forms in my throat. One that grows in crescendo when I feel her fingers wrap around me and rub my engorged tip against the mess between her legs.
I brace a hand against the mirror behind her to steady myself, then follow her stare down our bodies. When she makes my tip disappear inside her glistening folds, my teeth grit and my balls rise so far up I swear they must strike the base of my spine, because the whole area feels tender and hot.
“Fucking hell, woman,” I groan. “It’s like we haven’t already had sex three times today.”
She looks up, eyes glittering with pride, or something a hell of a lot like it. Without a word, she shifts her hips, taking more of me in.
My abs clench, and I drawl out a, “Fuccckkk.”
I’m still dragging out the single syllable when she releases my shaft, hooks her ankles around my ass, and rakes me in.
My sight flares black, then white. I grab her hip, digging my fingers into the swell of her flesh, because the wall isn’t enough to keep me upright. “Slowly, babe. I want to last.”
“We’ve got all night.” Her walls contract around my length, kicking my still-suspended balls so high, I fucking feel them in my throat now.
I grip her bruisingly hard, nostrils flaring. “Don’t. Move,” I choke out. “Please.”
“I didn’t.”
Between labored breaths, I grit out, “You twitched.”
In a sweet voice, she asks, “Like this?”
Her walls squeeze.
“Electra,” I growl.
“Does it feel good?”
“No. No, it doesn’t feel good. It feels fucking heavenly.” My loss of control and unhinged expression transform her smirk into a devious grin.
I give up any semblance of self-control, set my thumb on her clit, and rub. I force the rest of my body to remain still, even though her sex keeps gripping mine, threatening to set me off. “I’m not coming until you do, so be a good girl and soak my cock.”
Her cheeks redden while the rest of her beautiful body glows like her skin is dusted in glitter instead of perspiration.No…not beautiful. That’s too weak a word to describe Electra Serran. This woman is sexy, surreal, entirely out of my league.
I run my gaze over her tight curves, committing every inch of her to memory before pinning my stare to that pulsing place that has swallowed my cock whole. Her breath suddenly jams, and even though I didn’t think she could sink me in deeper, she does.
I grunt as she screams and milks me. I barely get two lousy, disjointed thrusts in before I fall apart, coming so hard my eyes roll to the back of my skull and my ears fill with actual buzzing.
