“More than you know.”
It strikes me that I was never like this with Geoffroy, not even during his twisted little role plays that always felt clinical and tepid, a chore.
Alex kisses me again, and I forget everything about the past. His kiss is hard and demanding. Gone is the self-imposed restraint. His hands slide up my back, fingers digging into my skin. I arch into him, grinding my hips against his. I want more, so much more!
He reaches down and pushes my skirt up in one rough motion. The air is cool against my legs for just a moment. Then his hands are on me again, rubbing and kneading my flesh until I’m burning hotter than before. He grabs my ass. His touch is hungry and rough enough to make me moan in pleasure, but for all the squeezing, he keeps it firmly on this side of pain. I know it’s the norm outside of my personal experience, but I can’t help but feel grateful.
A moment later, I forget gratitude. In fact, I lose all thought still lingering in my brain. He begins to grind his rock-hard cock against my front. The friction is delicious beyond words.
His lips burn a path down my neck, teeth grazing the skin at the pulse point. His free hand yanks my sweater up, and histhumb drags over my nipple through my bra. I cry out, my spine arching involuntarily.
He seizes the moment and shoves the cup down, exposing my breast to the cool air for a second before his hot mouth closes over it. His tongue doesn’t just tease—it devours, lashing my nipple until it’s so stiff and sensitive that each stroke feels like lightning striking my core.
I shiver.
To be stimulated so expertly and to feel him straining, mad with desire, sends a torrent of lust through me. I moan into his mouth, biting his lower lip as I do. His hands are everywhere—on my thighs, my hips, my ass. I’m panting, writhing against him, desperate for more. I need him inside me, filling me, fucking me until I can’t think straight.
What, right here?
The thought gives me pause. I’m not debating if we’re going to make love tonight. That question was answered the moment his tongue penetrated my mouth. What I haven’t decided yet is if we’ll do it right here, in this dark, damp oubliette, or if we’ll have the willpower to climb out and make it to a cozier room. Preferably with a bed. Or a sofa. Or at least a chair.
I set my palms on his chest. “Wait. We should?—”
“No,” he cuts me off. “We’re way beyond that. I’m fucking you, Eva.”
“Here in the dungeon?”
“Yeah.” He pinches my chin. “What if you change your mind by the time we get to my room?”
“I won’t, I promise!”
He squints at me as if trying to gauge if he can trust my word.
“I promise,” I repeat.
Still, he doubts.
Recognizing that I need to give him more to go on, I blurt, “We could wander for hours through every drafty hallway in this castle, and I’d still end up in your bed.”
His eyes narrow to slits. I can see he wants to believe me. He almost does. But not quite.
“Alex,” I begin.
“Yes?”
I glance down at my panties, which are soaked through, clinging to my swollen pussy lips.
“Yes, Eva?” he grits out.
I lift my gaze back up to him. “I’m wet enough to prove this isn’t just want. It’sneed. Nothing else matters tonight.”
His hand slides down my stomach and slips beneath the waistband of my panties.
I gasp when his middle finger drags through my slick folds. The shameless sound of it is as tantalizingly erotic as the feel of it.
“Look at you,” he rasps.
His finger circles my clit with merciless precision. I think he’s beyond gathering proof that I won’t bail. The way he strokes me is too slow, too deliberate. It’s like he’s branding me. Or punishing me for postponing our release.
