‘That you are.’ Husky voiced, he swallows more wine, our gazes connected over the top of the glass. His eyes are clouded with intent, darkly dilated and hungrier than I’ve ever seen. I thought I knew about desire, about sex. I was wrong. More than action and words, the knowledge of his passion, his desire to restrain and control me, to have me helpless like this, is a thrill like nothing else.
He places the glass on the floor and begins placing cold kisses across my skin. Each touch of his ice-cold lips sends my blood rising to the surface in greeting. Lips trail kisses across my torso, down further still, the tip of his tongue pushing inside.
I cry out, surging against his mouth as his tongue suddenly swirls ice against my clit. My body struggles against the restraints, convulsing, before the ice melts into nothingness.
‘So cold!’ I writhe against him, shocked as the familiar sensation begins to expand.Surely not...no, it can’t be.
‘I know, but so good,’ he breathes as he swirls and licks, not yielding an inch.
All reason abandoned, I’m a mass of sensations I can’t process.It hurts, a little? Not enough?I can do nothing but concentrate on his sweet, sweet torture and just submit to the pleasure and pain slicing through my insides. Torturous and wonderful, the intense pressure continues to build in my core.
I cry out as Kai removes the butterflies, discarding them to the floor. Replaced by his ice-cooled mouth, the bite reduces to a delicious throb.
‘Please, Kai... I can’t.’
I’m panting, not able to swallow a full breath of air as silks are loosened, my hands falling limply against the chair arms.
‘Say it,’ he demands, manoeuvring me with his hands under my legs.
‘I need you.’
My legs feel strangely unfamiliar but move of their own accord, flexing against him, willing him inside. He moves unexpectedly, pulling me upwards until my legs are wrapped around his waist as he stands.
‘Say it,’ he repeats, eyes dark and luminous. He begins to walk across the room.
‘Please, Kai,’ I breathe, ‘please, just fuck me!’
I cry out as I’m pressed against the cold of the mirror as he slams into me with a growl. His head lowers, eyes watching where our bodies join as he slides in and out, again and again.
‘I want to hear,’ he growls, moving deeper. Slipping one hand under my butt, his other splays flat against the mirror, his hips driving between my legs.
The ache builds, growing, intensifying with each powerful thrust. Teased, tasted, tortured and thoroughly fucked, I cry out as climax tears through me, shattering all confusion, all illusion. At this moment, thisprecisemoment, I have complete clarity.
Fuck virtual strangers.
I’m possessed by this man. And I’m in trouble.
