Page 71 of Stranger to Love

She leaned down, and I met her halfway. I slid my hand up her back, feeling the smooth, powerful muscle beneath the silk, a violent shiver of arousal ripping straight to my core as her hard nipples pressed firmly against my ribs.

Dr. Carter pulled back slowly, dragging her lips teasingly across mine. “I was coming to see if you were awake and if you wanted some breakfast.”

She didn't move away, her chest heaving in tandem with mine. The proximity was driving me entirely insane. Squeezing my hand gently at the base of her neck, I gave a deliberate, possessive tug.

Her eyes darkened. Instead of backing away, she pulled the duvet completely off my lap and knelt on the mattress, crawling over me. Her body settled down next to mine, her mouth instantly reclaiming mine as we slid down the pillows. Her leg tangled with mine, and I gripped at her bare thigh, marvelling at how incredibly soft yet firm she was.

Leveraging her frame, Dr. Carter shifted until she was fully straddling me. Her weight settled perfectly, her hips pinning me into the mattress as my ragged groan was lost against her mouth. The kiss mutated instantly, losing its morning gentleness and turning into an urgent, messy scramble of need. I could feel her losing control—the frantic cadence of her breathing, the sharp graze of our teeth, the fierce rhythm of her tongue.

One of my hands swept down to the curve of her waist while the other gripped the strap of her nightgown, desperate to strip the silk away.

The friction of the slippery material against my own gown was devastatingly effective. I rolled my hips up instinctively to meet hers, my legs locking tightly around her thighs.

Suddenly, she pulled her mouth away, ignoring my whine of protest to bury her face in my neck, trailing wet, heavy kisses across my collarbone. With a sharp, unyielding tug, she ripped the neckline of my nightgown down, exposing my chest to the cool air.

She dragged her tongue across the dark mark she’d left on my skin, the faint scrape of it sending a jolt straight through me that arched my back right off the mattress. It was a silent, lethal reminder of exactly who she was to me—and fuck, it drove me completely feral.

Dr. Carter didn’t let up. She gripped the neckline of my nightgown, pulling it further down my chest until both my tits were fully exposed to the cool air and her hot gaze. There was no hesitation; she moved straight from the bruised skin to my nipples, licking and then sucking with immediate, ruthless focus.

A loud gasp tore from my throat. Her mouth was pure magic. I buried my fingers deep into her dark hair, arching my spine to push myself harder into the agonising pleasure.

She broke contact for a singular fraction of a second, whispering roughly against my skin. “I think I would like to have you for breakfast.”

Before I could process the words, her hands dragged the silk completely down my torso, sliding it over my hips until it pooled silently on the floorboards. I was left entirely exposed, wearing nothing but my simple cotton knickers.

She immediately reclaimed my breast, her teeth lightly grazing the sensitive tip until fire shot straight to my core. Her hands roamed aggressively over my ribs and stomach, pressing down and marking her territory, leaving me utterly, desperately soaked. I clawed at the red silk of her own gown, desperate to level the playing field, but she instantly clamped her hand over my wrist.

“No,” she whispered, her voice a firm, delicious tease. She pinned my hand ruthlessly back against the pillows. “This is my breakfast, Alex.”

The power shift was intoxicating. I was left entirely naked, throbbing beneath her, while she remained draped in the silk she refused to shed.

Then, she moved. Slowly, deliberately, she trailed her mouth down my body. She left kisses on my stomach, lingered at my hip bone, and then reached the edge of my simple cotton underwear. She nibbled at the fabric, running her tongue just along the seam, the material now soaked with my arousal. I felt breathless and my mind was practically clouded. Every sound, every wet touch, every no was a spike of intense pleasure. I had never been so completely, wildly turned on in my life.

She settled between my parted legs, her sharp, predatory beauty illuminated by the morning sun. Her smirk was triumphant, focused entirely on the small patch of fabric separating me from an orgasm.

Her torture intensified. She pressed light, teasing kisses along the interior of my thighs, nibbling just hard enough to make my muscles twitch. I let out a sharp gasp, and a low chuckle vibrated in her chest. She was fucking enjoying this—playing with me, stretching my sanity thin.

Then, she pressed her tongue firmly through the soaked cotton of my knickers, directly against my clit.

The wet, heavy shock pulled a guttural groan from her own throat—a rough sound of absolute approval. “God, you’re so wet, darling,” she murmured against the fabric, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Such a good girl for me already.”

The praise shattered whatever remaining dignity I had. I didn't mean to beg—I never fucking had—but a high, broken whimper tore from my throat. I instinctively lifted my hips, searching for the friction, my hands bunching the bedsheets into white-knuckled fists.

A flash of ruthless triumph lit up her dark eyes as she listened to me unravel. Without breaking eye contact, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my underwear, and with one swift, merciless tug, she ripped them down my legs and tossed them over the side of the bed.

The cool air hit my bare skin, followed instantly by the scorching weight of her gaze. I felt entirely vulnerable, but I didn’t want her to stop; I wanted to drown in the way she was looking at me.

Dr. Carter sat back on her heels, rising above me. Her red silk nightgown pooled around her thighs, framing the absolute focus of her attention. I was completely naked, spread open, and trembling under her appraisal.

“There,” she cooed, her voice possessive and thick. “Much better. You look absolutely devastating like this, Alex. Open and ready for me.” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “Tell me, darling. Are you enjoying your reward so far?”

I stared up at her, my throat tight with desperation. The bratty edge in me refused to die, forcing its way past my cracked composure. “No. I won’t enjoy it until you actually touch me.”

The challenge was exactly what she wanted. Her eyes flared with a dangerous, electric excitement.

“Such a demanding girl,” she purred, hovering inches from my skin. “You want me to touch you, Alex?”

I nodded frantically, my hips jerking upward in a silent plea.