“Laurent…” My voice came out thinner than I wanted. “Don’t do this.”
He smirked, brushing his lips just close enough to make me shiver.
“Too late,” he whispered. “I’m already here.”
The heat of his breath rolled over my skin, and my head fell back against the couch on instinct as his middle finger slid slowly inside of me. My fingers curled into the cushions. My knees trembled even though I hated myself for letting them.
“Your body remembers me,” he said softly. “Even when you pretend you don’t.”
I swallowed hard.
I should’ve pushed him away.
I should’ve said no.
But instead…
I let him dive into my pussy, letting his tongue relieve all the stress in me.
A sharp gasp escaped my mouth before I could bite it back. My hips jerked, betraying me, feeding his ego exactly the way he wanted.
He chuckled against me. A sinful sound that made my stomach twist.
“See?” Laurent murmured. “Still tastes like mine.”
I grabbed his shoulder, either to steady him or push him away. I couldn’t even tell which anymore.
“Laurent… stop,” I said again, but my voice had no conviction.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he said, his mouth brushing me again, slow, taunting. “Say the words, and I’ll walk out.”
I couldn’t.
Because it wasn’t true.
And he knew it.
My thighs tightened around him, instinct winning over logic.
“Thought so,” he whispered.
And he went back to eating my pussy like his life depended on it, and it probably did.
My breathing came fast and uneven. Every part of me rebelled against how good it felt. How dangerous it felt. How wrong it was.
I wasn’t supposed to want him.
Not now.
Not like this.
Not when Ares still had his fingerprints all over my heart.
But Laurent’s mouth…
His hands…
His voice…
