Lena’s breath comes out in little gasps, her head thumping against the wall in a rhythm that tells me she’s so close. If I lick that bundle of nerves one more time, she’ll come.
I don’t want her coming yet.
I pull away, lifting my mouth from her pussy and sliding my hand from her ass into the hollow between her thighs.
“Don’t stop, Rem,” my little one begs. “Why did you stop? I-I was so close.”
I ignore all of Lena’s protests as I watch my fingers run through her folds, her arousal coating my skin.
I want more.
Lena’s arms jerk beneath my grasp as I finger her. My face is inches from her pussy, my lips wet with her arousal, and I watch my finger disappear into her body. Watch her take me, her hips begging for me as I thrust in and out.
She’s so wet now, evidence of how much she’s enjoying this trailing down my palm and arm. Leaning forward, I lick her off my skin, a growl building in my chest as I pick up the rhythm.
“Please, Rem.” Her voice is hoarse, the words pulled from the recesses of her brain. My girl is desperate.
Not quite desperate enough.
Lena gasps when I replace my finger with my tongue,continuing to plunge into her body as I rim her ass with my wet finger. Her entire body is shaking, on edge, but she doesn’t say no. Doesn’t stop me.
I don’t want her silence, though.
“Lena.” I look up at her, my finger still going around and around, but not quite in. “Look at me.”
Slowly, Lena lifts her head from the wall. Her glazed eyes drop to mine. Holding them, I tease her hole with the very tip of my finger. Her eyelids flutter, her mouth falls open. A blush burns across her chest.
“Tell me to stop. This is your only chance to get me to stop.”
Lena bites her lip, her head falling back against the wall like it’s too heavy for her neck. “Don’t stop,” she answers.
I don’t. I pour every ounce of possession I feel for this woman into the way I thrust my tongue into her body. The way I ease my finger into her ass. I have her pinned, her body enslaved to my will. My touch.
I wanted to punish her. To teach her a lesson for being so stupid, for putting herself and my sanity at risk.
But now, with her need to come throbbing through her veins and her pleasure mounting higher and higher as I fill her, my mouth and my hand working together to elicit as much bliss as I possibly can, I don’t want Lena to feel anything other than the truth.
The inconvenient, dangerous, potentially lethal truth—that in a wildly short period of time, this woman who looks so small pinned naked against my bedroom wall has become the largest, most important part of my world.
The all-consuming center.
We’re linked, her and I. Fuck the engagement ring, fuck whatever circumstances brought us together. We’re tethered together, her life inextricably woven with mine.
No sooner do I let the truth loose in my chest, then Lena hits the edge, so close to coming. Her channel throbs aroundmy tongue, her tight muscles pulsing around my finger. Her fingers scrabble at her stomach and her breath is coming out in gasps, a scream building behind them.
“Come,tesoro.” I drag my tongue to her clit and flick. Lena breaks apart, her orgasm consuming her, muscles tightening across her entire body as she cries out her release.
18
LENA
Icollapse onto Rem’s face. I can’t stop shaking, my orgasm pulsing in the tips of my fingers and toes. My ears keep ringing.
Rem gathers me in his arms before I drop to the floor. He murmurs in Italian, brushes my hair from my face as he carries me into his ensuite bathroom. “Get yourself cleaned up, beautiful. Then we need to have a little chat.” He brushes a kiss across my forehead and leaves me to do as I’m told.
A pit opens in my stomach as I watch Rem walk away, broad shoulders tight with tension.
He’s pissed. I get it. Bianca and I were supposed to spend the day here; instead, we were almost shot in a parking garage. I’m not stupid enough to think that the toe-curling orgasm he just gave me is Rem’s way of saying I’m forgiven.