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In the throes of desire, I bucked my hips, urging her on. Her full lips closed around me, and there was nothing but Catherine; Catherine below me, Catherine in my mind, Catherine stealing my senses one by one. I ran my fingers through her hair, gentle at first then desperate as the exquisite pleasure began to peak.

“Catherine,” I breathed again, this time a plea.

She sucked harder, pulling me to the back of her throat. A loud groan escaped my lips. I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to fight back against the raging fire burning inside me. The room seemed to spin as she worked me with a torturous pace, every pass of her lips sending waves of delicious pleasure coursing through my veins. Desire coiled in my stomach, tightening with each second, ready to detonate any moment. I was at her mercy.

“Catherine,” I groaned once more, a desperate warning. She looked up at me through her lashes, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. She only quickened her pace in response, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive flesh.

The tension snapped—I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a low, guttural growl, I let go, surrendering myself to her completely. I felt my body tense and shudder, the pleasure rippling through me in waves. My grip on her hair tightened involuntarily as I rode out the storm, my breath coming out in uneven gasps.

After a few moments, my senses slowly returned to me. Catherine leaned back, releasing me from her mouth. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she rose from her knees and wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Good heavens,” I groaned. “I’m going to need a minute.”

Chapter Sixteen

Catherine

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I WATCHED HIM, A TRIUMPHANT smile on my face as he walked to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. He tossed it to me and grabbed another one for himself. I watched him in all his naked glory gulp down the water. I took a drink from my bottle and couldn’t hide my smile of satisfaction. I had given him the kind of pleasure he had given me so many times.

He finished the bottle and tossed it on the counter. He turned to look at me with fire in his eyes. “Better,” he said in a husky voice. “Ready?”

“Ready?” I asked with an arched brow.

He stalked toward me, reaching around and grabbing my ass and jerking me against him. “We’ve just gotten started,” he said. “By the time I’m done playing with you, I’ll be ready for round two.”

My heart skipped a beat.

My mouth went dry at his words, a thrill of anticipation running through me. He pulled me flush against him, his arousal tentatively pressing against my belly. His eyes held a mischievous twinkle as he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply, sending shivers down my spine.

“Bedroom,” he commanded in a low growl as he broke the kiss, leaving me breathless. I nodded, my heart hammering in my chest as he led me by the hand into his luxurious bedroom.

He shut the door behind us and pressed me against it, his hands roaming over my body. I exhaled sharply as he ran his fingers along the lace edge of my panties, his eyes never leaving mine. His fingers then moved up to my bra, teasing the neckline and the bare skin there before he reached behind me and undid the clasp with an ease that sent a shiver down my spine. He slipped the straps off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor between us.

He didn’t touch me at first; instead, he stepped back to admire me standing there only in my lacy thong. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks at his intense gaze but made no move to cover myself. There was something thrilling about being so exposed and vulnerable under his gaze.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, stepping forward. His hand slid down my side, the touch light but confident. He tugged at the lace of my thong, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he saw my excitement.

He leaned in closer and brushed his lips against my ear. “I want you begging for me,” he said, his voice low and husky. His fingers dipped below the edge of my panties, teasing me with his touch. I bit my lower lip as I tried to suppress a moan, but it was futile.

Suddenly his fingers were gone, leaving me aching for more. He gave me a predatory smile and stepped back again, leaving me feeling exposed and wanting. “Take it off.” His command was simple, but it reverberated through the room as a demand.

The air was thick with anticipation as I pushed my thong down, slowly sliding it over my hips and thighs and letting it fall to my feet. I stepped out of it, kicking it to the side, and looked at him. I stood before him in all my naked glory, waiting for his next move.

He prowled toward me like a predator circling its prey. His eyes traced every curve and dip of my body with an intensity that made my skin tingle. He licked his lips, and I felt a thrill surge through me at that simple action. He was close now, his breath fanning over my skin and making goosebumps rise.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered gently but firmly. His voice was dark and smooth, like the richest of chocolates. I complied without a word, crawling onto the large, plush bed that dominated the room. The silk sheets were cool against my heated skin, offering a brief moment of respite from the mounting tension.

As I settled onto the center of the bed, he moved to join me. He hovered over me, his naked body leaning in so I could feel his heat radiating off him. His hands roamed over my body, charting a course of sensation that left me squirming beneath him. His touch was electrifying, promising more than just physical satiation. My body writhed as I moaned with pleasure.

“Relax,” he murmured. “Just let go.”

I nodded, granting him silent permission to take control. He smiled down at me, his eyes dark with lust and something more...something that sent shivers coursing through my body.

His hand moved up my thigh, gradually inching higher until it rested on my hip, his thumb tracing circles over the sensitive skin there, making me shudder with anticipation.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a tantalizing whisper in my ear. My eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. His eyes promised ecstasy. I swallowed hard, my breath hitching involuntarily.