Delicious torture. That’s what he was doing to me. Each touch had me dissolving further, and I rubbed my legs together in an attempt at relief.
Shade chuckled against my skin, the vibrations sending another wave of sensation through me. “Such a needy girl for me.”
My breathing was heavy as he ran his hands down my stomach, eliciting gooseflesh along my skin, then slipped a hand into my undergarment. The groan he released when his fingers slid through the wetness there was positively erotic, and I whimpered in response.
His forehead rested onto my shoulder as he explored. “Is this all for me, Adelia?”
“Yes!” I cried out when he pushed a finger into me, the friction causing heat to build to a fever pitch. I had touched myself before, intrigued by what the Madame Dee’s ladies had told me, but it was nothing like this. A second finger joined the first, and my hips undulated, thrusting onto his hand.
I wouldn’t come back from this, the pleasure he elicited from my body, no one would be able to compare.
He built me up until I was on the brink, then when his thumb pressed against my clit, I shattered. Waves of pleasure-filled warmth had me opening my mouth on a silent scream. Shade didn’t stop, he thrust his hand as I convulsed around him, prolonging my pleasure until white spots danced before my eyes.
When he finally removed his fingers, I sagged against him, utterly spent. He turned me to face him, putting his mouth on mine again, softer than he had before. It built steadily until his movements became desperate again and my body begged for him.
How could I want more? He had already pleasured me so thoroughly, had me ready to collapse, but his continued touches built that craving again.I wanted more.
He moved us without removing his lips from mine and lowered me onto a lounge. When his weight settled above me, the flaming desire just doused with my climax, raged again.
I would never get enough of this.
Enough of him.
When he made his way down my body again, he kissed and nipped at every available piece of skin, paying particular attention to my breasts, sucking and lapping each in turn. Stroking that fire higher still. Once I was a panting, writhing mess beneath him, he trailed open-mouthed kisses along my stomach until he reached my lace-covered pussy.
My eyes locked onto molten silver, and Shade didn’t look away when his fingers hooked into my undergarment, dragging it slowly down my legs. When he finally slipped it free, I clenched my legs closed, a sudden shyness sending heat to my face.
No one had seen me there before.
Shade knelt before me and lightly trailed his fingers from my ankles to my knees. The touch relaxed my muscles, but he still hesitated, eyes questioning as he waited for my permission to continue. That look, his desire for my consent, banished all shyness. He wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want. If I wanted him to stop, he would.
Right now, I didn’t want that. He had already brought me such indescribably intense pleasure.
One hit and I was already addicted.
I wanted it again.
I nodded, heart racing in anticipation. Eyes locked on mine, he slowly pushed my legs apart, watching my face for any sign I’d changed my mind. He wouldn’t find one.
When he finally looked down, the pure, unrestrained desire in his eyes sent a fresh wave of heat through me, making me squirm.
“You are the most exquisite thing I have ever seen,” he growled, slipping his fingers through my slickness, coating his fingers. Another whimper escaped when he teased my entrance. It turned into a full moan when he circled my clit.
He pulled away, my hips trying to follow, missing his touch. Then he shocked me by lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking them between his lips. He closed his eyes and released an erotic moan of his own. The sight of him enjoying the taste of me on his fingers made me feverish with need.
“Shade.” His name was a breathy whisper on my lips. A plea.
His eyes opened to show me a hunger that spoke of a man starved, and I was his salvation. He lowered before me, directly above my soaking pussy, and I was enraptured by the sight of his head between my thighs.
It was then I heard it. Murmured conversation outside the suite.
We snapped our heads toward the door.
There was a small moment of frozen panic before I scrambled away from Shade, rolling off the couch with a loud thump.
The voices stopped, and I fumbled for my discarded dress. Once in hand, I hurried to the bed chamber. I glanced back at Shade before closing the door. He stood beside the lounge, unruffled and still clothed, his hair a messy knot at the back of his head.
Catching my eye, he lifted a piece of lacy fabric. My eyes widened when he winked and tucked my abandoned undergarment into his pocket.
