Another precise flick.
He isn’t just touching me.
He’s controlling me.
My head lolls back as he teases that sensitive spot again, drawing a broken sound from deep in my chest. His hands press harder into my skin, holding me open, keeping me exactly where he wants me, then his fingers slide between my legs.
Not hesitant.
Not searching.
Certain.
He eases one inside me while his mouth never falters, and the combined sensation steals the air from my lungs. I bite down on my bottom lip, but he feels the way I tense, the way I try to muffle it.
His hand shifts, tightening slightly in warning. “Don’t hold back,” he murmurs against me, his voice low and commanding. The vibration of it sends a tremor through my body.
My fingers bury deeper into his hair, but he doesn’t let me control the pace. When my hips start to rock, chasing more, he stills me with a firm grip, forcing me to take what he gives instead of demanding it.
Mercs’ builds me up like he’s constructing something deliberate with pressure tightening, and heat coiling low in my belly until I’m trembling beneath him. Sweat gathers under my leather dress, goose bumps rising along my skin as my breath turns ragged and uneven.
My body begs for more.
He knows it.
A second finger joins the first, stretching me, claiming space inside me while his mouth works with punishing patience. I gasp, eyes squeezing shut as bright bursts of light spark behind my lids.
“Look at me,” he orders.
My eyes fly open.
Mercs watches me as he drives me higher, his gaze dark, focused, completely in control of what’s happening to me. A low growl vibrates against my most sensitive nerve, and the sound alone nearly breaks me. Heat surges through my blood, molten and wild. My thighs tremble in his hands, my entire body tightening while the edge rushes closer and closer.
“Now,” he says.
And I shatter.
Pleasure crashes through me in violent waves, tearing a cry from my throat as my body convulses around him. I tremble, breathless, and completely undone under his steady grip while he keeps me there, riding out every pulse until I’m shaking.
Only then does he slow.
Only then does he ease up.
He withdraws gently, pressing a slow kiss to the inside of my thigh before rising over me. My chest heaves as I try to steady my breathing, my limbs loose and weak in the aftermath.
His hand slides up my body, slower now, softer. “You with me?” he asks, his voice no longer commanding, just warm.
I nod, still trying to catch my breath.
When he stands, he wipes his mouth and grins at me as I lean back on my elbows, coming down from a high only he can give me. “You taste so fucking good,” he says, moving his hands to his jeans as he starts to undo them. Then he brushes his thumb across my cheek, pushing a damp strand of hair away from my face. The intensity in his eyes has shifted. They are still dark, still powerful, but there’s something else there now.
Care.
“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, leaning down to press his forehead to mine.
My fingers curl into his shirt, not to hold him in place this time, but to keep him close.
The world narrows again, watching him pull his cock from his jeans, pushing them down around his ass just enough so they don’t fall. My chest heaves with heavy breaths, and I move my hands out, sliding them around his neck when he steps in between my parted thighs.
