“Shhh, little one.” Not yet, I think. But only not yet.
I continue the path forward, groaning against her pussy when my fingers get slick. Her chest pushes sky high, her nipples hungry little points as I slide my thumb into her heat. Her walls clamp around me, welcoming, throbbing. Lena moans.
She’s close to coming. I feel it in the way her thighs tighten around my head. The way her channel throbs every time I thrust my thumb deep. The way her juices coat my face as I lick and suck and bite.
I love it. Her taste, her scent, her weight in my hands and her hand in my hair as she holds me exactly where she wants.
I don’t care that I can’t breathe.
I just care that she comes, hard.
On a scream she does. With another deep thrust of my thumb and a hard nip of my teeth, her entire body arches up off my desk and I nearly blackout as she drowns me in her release.
“Oh fuck,” she moans. “Oh fuck, Rem. Ohfuuuuuck.”
I disentangle myself from her limp limbs, wiping my chin dry as I watch Lena’s head loll against piles of important paperwork.
“Oh fuck is right,” I say. “I could eat you all day,bella. You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
It’s true. So much so I’m worried I’m already addicted.
I watch awareness return to Lena. She takes a deep breath, relaxes the hand that was holding my desk in a death grip. I wait, uncharacteristically on edge, to see if she feels any embarrassment.
The way she holds my gaze and licks her lips tells me she doesn’t. And makes me so fucking lightheaded as all my blood rushes to my already throbbing cock.
“That was amazing.” Lena sits up and traces my mouth with a finger. “Who knew you were so talented, Rem Cosenza?”
The names of all the woman I’ve eaten out should come to mind, but they don’t. I’m hypnotized by her touch, the newly embedded gravel in her voice.
Hypnosis. It’s the excuse I give when my hair-trigger reflexes lie dead as Lena slides off the desk and lands in my lap. No sooner does her naked body touch mine then, brain on autopilot, I catch her ass and squeeze.
Her lips curve into a sinful smile. “Skill like that deserves a reward, don’t you think?”
Whatever made me look at this woman and think she’d be meek? She’s bucked every expectation I’ve had since the first catastrophic night in her apartment. She’s defied every order I’ve given, only following my plans when she wants to. And now, fresh off an explosive orgasm that should have her unconscious, Lena’s straddling the lap of a big, bad man she’s confessed to hating. And is unbuttoning my shirt.
I couldn’t be more fucking astonished. Or turned on.
Behind her, my desk lamp is the only source of light in the room. Most of Lena’s face is in shadow. But I can hear her quick intake of breath as she opens my shirt and reveals the center of my chest.
Long-healed knife and bullet wounds. A mosaic of tattoos. A line of dark hair running from my mid-section to below my belt.
She traces the expanse with her fingertips. Gently. A tease. Both my brain and body protest. Out of nowhere an insane hunger hits me. I want her to score her nails across my skin, to mark her territory. To grip and bite and brand herself on top of all the marks that’ve come before.
Fuck hypnosis. This is witchcraft. Lena is casting a spell over me with her wandering touch, conjuring within me a soul I never thought existed. She coasts her hands across my pecs, trailing them down my abs and I tip my head back on a groan.
When she reaches my waistband, I release one of her ass cheeks, wrap her hair in one fist and pull. Eyes wide, Lena looks at me.
“What are you doing,piccolina?”
Apparently one orgasm wasn’t enough because desire flares deep in her eyes. She bites her lower lip, then says, “I guess I’m getting to know my fiancé.”
It’s not real, I tell myself. The engagement I’ve forced on her is a farce. A means to an end. I know it. She knows it. But my dick is weeping for her and her alone when Lena undoes my belt, releases my fly, and slides one small hand into my pants.
“Oh,fuuuuuck.” Her touch rips the curse right out of me.
I want to close my eyes, want to soak up every iota of sensation, but I can’t stop staring as she uses her other hand to push my clothes away. Leaning back, Lena makes space between us and frees my erection.
She looks at it practically throbbing in her hand.