I thinkI could actuallycomelike this.
From just the feel of Wilder’s rough palms gripping my hips, fingers digging into the globes of my ass, the way his gaze moves over me, his eyes so dark, so intense, sohungrythat I can feel my clit throbbing like it’s a second heartbeat.
I didn’t think it was possible for me to be able to… come so easily.
I’ve tried with my fingers when I was alone, and I think I’ve gotten close, but each time it felt within reach, it slipped away.
That feeling that I’m experiencing right now.
I want Wilder to touch me in the place he’s staring at like he wants to devour.
I want him to spread me out in front of him andactuallydevour me.
I want to experience all of the things I’ve only ever read about in romance books. The pleasure, the multiple mind-blowing orgasms, the intimacy that you share with another person who can read your body like a map with their eyes closed.
Wilder shifts beneath me, his erection brushing against my already sensitive, aching core.
I suck in a breath as my fingers curl into the front of his hoodie.
“I want you,” I murmur against his lips, pressing another tiny kiss to the corner, to the bottom of his lip. “Touch me.”
But his hands don’t leave where they’re curved around my waist.
And I want to scream in frustration. I’ve waited for this exact moment for weeks.
I pull back to stare down at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Wilder says, but hesitation passes over his face.
It makes my confidence falter, and I suddenly feel… I don’t know, silly for basically throwing myself at him.
Is this a repeat of what happened in his office? I can’t help but think that. That he’s yet again going to push me away, to tell me that it was a mistake that should never have happened. I can’t take that again.
“Whatever you’re thinking in that pretty little head of yours,stop,” he grunts as he tips a finger beneath my chin and draws my eyes back on him.
“What am I supposed to think? I’m basically offering myself to you on a silver platter, writhing on your lap, and you won’t even touch me. I’m beginning to think that you don’t want me at all, Wilder.” I hate how my voice sounds, small and unsure.
His eyes bounce between mine, and I watch the muscle of his jaw flex. It’s like he’s always fighting… something.
“You think I don’t want you? That I don’t want this?” Each word is punctuated with intensity, his fingers moving to ghost along the front of my panties, brushing right over the damp lace where I’m so wet for him. “You think that I don’t want to tear this tiny strap of fabric off of you and eat your cunt until your cum is running down my face? Or fuck you so hard that you’ll be sore for days? Leave my marks on all of your skin? Fill you withmycum until it’s leaking out of you for the next week?”
Holy fucking shit.
His heated stare is so intense that I can feel it seared into me as physically as I can his fingers thrumming across my panties, teasing the peak of my clit that pushes against the fabric.
I’m so hot for him that I’m burning.
“You have no idea the things that I want to do to you.”
I rock my hips, chasing his touch. “Then tell me.Showme.”
He laughs, a raspy sound filled with nothing humorous. “Maisie, correct me if I’m wrong, and we both know that I’m not, but until the night you coated my cock with your blood, you were a virgin.”
His thick brow arches, silently telling me to dispute that.
And he’s right. We both know that I can’t.
“Might be making an assumption here, but I’m thinking you’re probably a bit… inexperienced when it comes to this, yeah?”
