His hand snaked into my hair, tilting my head back as he took control. He opened my mouth and devoured me, groaning as our tongues met. I trailed my fingers over his chest, down his abs, and curled one into his waistband. He caught my hand before I could get any farther and drew back. His golden eyes glittered dangerously.
“You will ache for me first,” he whispered, picking me up.
He carried me to his room and tossed me onto his bed while he stood at the foot of it. His shadow-tinted eyes raked down me with controlled hunger.
“Undress.”
Nerves fluttered in my stomach.
Sensing them, he evened the playing field and slid off his pants.
But I wasn’t sure it helped anything.
Dark ink swirled down his stomach, around his thick cock, meeting the ink on his thighs. My mouth went dry at the considerable length of him. At the two piercings crossing through the head.
I tugged off my shirt, and Ronen tsked.
“Slower, gorgeous. This is no dream. I want to savor you.”
And savor me he did.
He lingered over every inch of my skin, burning and branding me with his gaze. His need grew with each passing second he stared. Unquenchable. Persistent. He made me feel irresistible. Emboldened.
I slowed my movements and slid my fingers beneath the fabric covering my breasts, pinching my nipple. A soft gasp fluttered out of me as I played with myself, and Ronen’s eyes turned pitch-black.
“Gorgeous, I didn’t say to tease,” he said, his voice deceptively calm as a storm of want filled him.
I grinned. “No? You said slower.”
That restraint he clung to wavered.
I flicked open the clasp hiding my breasts, exposing myself. His cock twitched, and a slick bead formed at the head. I cupped myself and traced my hand down to my throbbing core, arching my back.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
Biting my lip, I slid a finger inside myself, my eyes fluttering shut on a moan.
Ronen snapped. He grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the end of the bed. He ripped off my thong, knelt between my thighs, and dragged his tongue through my center. I cried out, and he chuckled against my skin, the vibrations teasing me further, but nothing compared to the tingles as he played with my bundle of nerves.
He sucked and savored, and I throbbed for more, writhing and squirming. But he never filled me. Only teased. Only made my body crave.
“Did you need something, gorgeous?” he taunted in a sinful whisper.
At this point, I wasn’t above begging.
“Yes.”
He hummed, satisfied with my answer, and plunged his tongue into my core. I moaned, and he rewarded me again, this time thrusting two fingers inside me, building my pleasure. I arched, attempting to ride his hand, needing it faster, deeper. He pulled out, denying me. I whimpered.
“Ronen,” I begged.
He knelt a breath away, gazing up at me with hooded hunger. “Do you ache for me?”
“Yes.”
He smiled, running his tongue up my center as if my honesty was a reward. He lingered there before kissing my hip and crawling up my body. His mouth found my nipple, circling it before teasing with his teeth. He softened the sting with a swipe of his tongue. But it wasn’t that ache demanding his attention. That made me writhe beneath him. I needed to be touched. To be filled. To ease the torment inside me.
Ronen grazed at my core with his fingers. I bucked.
