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Twisting his lips to the side, his eyes shone playfully. “Is that what you think is going on here? You think I want tofuckyou?”
I played along despite the double time my heart was doing with that little bit of doubt in the back of my mind.Please make this a game.“Awww shucks. Is it not? Was I being presumptuous again?”
He shrugged, and as he prowled forward, all the humor left his eyes. He might have been a voracious beast, the way they were devouring me already. “I can’t pull off this joke, Tess, because I am embarrassingly desperate to do very bad things to your body.”
“Thank fuck,” I managed to whisper before his mouth closed over mine.
Chapter Forty-Four: Shadows and Passion
Tess
Grabbing hold of myass, he pulled me close and buried his face in my tits. The warmth of his breath seeped into my chest, creating an ecstatic anticipation, thrumming through my entire body. As he unzipped the dress, I ran my fingers through his hair. He peeled the fabric down my body like he was revealing my soul.
I’d never allow that.
He took my nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it, catapulting me down a dark tunnel where we only existed, here and now. Darkness surrounded us.
The entire world fell away.
His tongue was my priest. His command,my church.
I became his thrall, begging for more and more and more.
Then, abruptly, I was alone. All points of contact disappeared. Emptiness. It was like floating in space.
Complete sensory deprivation.
Gasping for his touch, I opened my eyes, searching for relief. He was backing off the bed, retreating from me. I held my breath, praying for his return. I craved his touch on my skin. Anywhere.
Everywhere.
He loomed over me, features dark with hunger, eyes gleaming like a predator’s, and when he spoke, the room shook.
“My turn. Stand up.”
Or maybe it was justmyworld that trembled.
Or it was me. I had to get a hold of myself, or I’d pass out before we got to the good part.
He’d asked something of me. It required thought processes, something that took me a sputtering moment. He wanted me to stand up. “What… here? On your bed?”
“Yes, up.” Leaving no room for debate, he motioned for me to rise. His arms swept up with authority, showing off those glorious muscled biceps. The veins in his forearms hinted at a lethal virility that made me stutter again.
After getting caught up in the moment and drooling, I stood and watched his gaze rove over me like he was a boy in a strip club.
He twirled his finger—an order to turn around. As I complied, I did my best sultry stretch of my hips and back, lifting my arms, twisting my waist, watching him with a hooded gaze.
He beckoned me forward, and as I closed in, he wrapped his hands around the backs of my thighs, squeezing firmly to pry them apart. Keeping my balance while staying seductive was… interesting. He leaned in to kiss the insides of my legs as I fisted his golden bronzehair. I’d never been more ready for anything. He worked his way up my thigh, and my desire for him climbed along with him, until he reached the apex. Hovering over my pulsing need, he peered up at me, waiting.
Daring.
Taunting.
Torturing me.
Making my clit absolutely throb for him. I panted so I wouldn’t scream. When he lightly kissed the thin fabric of my panties covering my pussy lips, a weakness coursed through me.
I expected to collapse over the top of him, but he helped guide me to sit on the bed and stepped back, holding up a hand. “Don’t move.”
