Page 21 of Five Days to Be Mine

I bite my lip to hold back my scream.

His hand is threaded in my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp.

“Good girl, Mara.”

I lie there, shuddering, trying to catch my breath, the tingles of pleasure settling in my body.

Gently, Evan guides me so I am sitting.

With his hand on my nape, he brings my lips to his and kisses me.

His need for control is evident in how his tongue dominates mine, in how he tilts my head back, deepening the kiss.

My arms come around him, and my breasts are against his wall of muscles as I'm lost in this deep, lingering kiss.

He tastes so good.

He breaks off the kiss, his rich brown eyes bearing into me.

“You took that spanking so well.”

“I needed it,” I admit, the words a whisper.

He brushes his lips against my neck, to my breast and he takes my nipple in his mouth. Even though he is ramping up sensations again, the languid feeling that spanking gave me, stays with me.

I needed the stress release that spanking brought. I needed to let go of control for a moment, and it's been a while since I allowed myself to be vulnerable.

I curl my fingers and press them against his shoulders, needing to do something with the sensations he is firing through my body.

I moan, as he flicks his tongue over and around my nipple.

Finally, he takes his mouth from my breast. “Give me another one, Mara.”

Before I can say, “I can’t,” he kisses me, long and slowly, as he flicks my clit.

I want to give this man everything he asks for, and I feel the orgasm starting, a coil of nerves ready.

He moves from my lips to the hollow of my throat and kisses between my cleavage as his fingers are stroking me, ushering me to the orgasm he wants.

My hips lift toward his hand, and he presses a palm against me to keep me in place.

”No fair.”

“So fair.” His tone is cool and controlled, and the heat in his gaze makes me believe he means what he says.

My head clouds with a syrupy infusion.

He flicks my clit in a sure, sharp pressure, and I can't stop the coil of nerves springing into a surge of pleasure.

It’s quick, fast and hard and leaves me catching my breath, toppling forward to clutch his strong shoulders.

“Good girl, that’s what I want.” He presses his lips against mine, kissing me as the aftershocks send sharp shivers through my body.

I kiss him back hungrily, wanting more of his touch.

“I want to see how these look on your pretty nipples,” He stands, grabs an item off the table and comes back.

“Have you tried vibrating nipple clamps before?”

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