Page 46 of Relinquish

“Okay.” I nod and convulse. Why does that turn me on even more? There must be something wrong with me. It’s a mixture of arousal, adrenaline, and the comfort that he’s here to protect me and keep me safe.

When my fingers touch his burning skin, he hisses. He yanks me back into his arm, and my head spins. I love how he makes me feel–alive and strong. He leisurely licks along my jawline before exhaling against the sensitive spot between my jaw and neck–goosebumps break out on my arms, and my nipples tent against the silken material of my dress.

His hand grazes down my body, slipping over every curve. When he grasps my panties, he rips the elastic strap with a snap.

“Damn it. Those were my good panties.”

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” he growls and twirls his thumb over my throbbing clit, causing my entire sex to swell and fill with wetness.

Who the fuck cares about panties anyway? Not me. Not when I can have his hands on me. “That feels so good,” I whimper and arch against his hand.

“How wet do I make you?” He hovers over my slit but doesn’t move.

“So wet,” I moan, and my eyes roll back in my head. He sucks down on my neck and lets me go before he can leave a hickey. Only to flick his tongue on the sensitive flesh. I’m dying to reach an orgasm, but he denies me the pleasure. “Please,” I whimper.

He stops. “Please, what?”

“Please, fingerfuck me. Make me come.”

“Have you been a good girl?”

“Yes.” Tears fill my eyes from frustration. He slips his finger along with my wet slit and withdraws his hand. “Damn you.” I snap my eyes open, and he smiles a feral grin.

“That’s it, baby. Beg. Just like I like it.”

I fist his jacket and grind my teeth together. “If you don’t do it now, I’m going to do it.”

“God, that sounds so fucking hot. I’ll have to watch. Next time.” He thrusts two fingers inside my sex and presses his thumb over my clit. “Your hot, tight pussy makes me lose control, and I fucking love it.”

As he repeatedly lashes over my G spot, he works my tight nub like a maestro. I can’t breathe or think.

“Do you see what you do to me? You make me forget I’m here for a mission. I should be focused on keeping you safe, and all I want to do is watch your body unravel. For me.”

“God, yes,” I whimper as my thighs quake in anticipation. I want to be devoured by him, but he’s right. We have work to do. “God, I’m so close.”

His mouth claims mine, and we meet each other lunge for lunge. His lips and tongue fit mine like we’ve been designed for each other. I don’t want to ever leave this space where it’s just the two of us. The outside world doesn’t exist.

He withdraws his hand and steps back. My chest heaves with desire. “Should we wait until later? Give you something to look forward to?”

“What?” My mouth drops open. Is he serious? I’m going to club him over the head. I understand he gets off on control and denying my orgasm, but for God’s sake, this is going too far.

He bites his bottom lip. “You’re so sexy when your eyes shoot venom at me.” He hoists me up and sets me on a shelf. The metal is cold on my bare ass. “Such a sweet, wet pussy.” He grabs my ass and devours my core. I throw my head back, and it hits the wall, barely penetrating the haze of pleasure ripping through me.

I moan and thrust my sex against his mouth as my entire center is splayed in front of him. As his tongue repeatedly lunges into my pussy, I scream, and pleasure ripples through me–wave after wave of my orgasm drowns me in ecstasy.

Holy fuck. I clamp my hand over my mouth, and he sucks my clit between his lips and continues to finger my hole. “I can’t take any more. Ple-e-e-ease.”

“You can, and you will,” he says around my clit. The vibration makes my eyes cross.

My entire body burns with heat, and I feel weak as a kitten, but he doesn’t relent. With each fuck of his fingers, my pussy sucks and clutches his digits. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, my body convulses, and stars fill my eyes as I come again. I’ve never experienced anything like this, and I don’t want it to ever stop.

Minutes later, I finally crawl out of the overwhelming ecstasy. What in the fuck was that? I can’t move as he stands back and sucks my juices off his fingers one by one. “Let’s get to work so I can get you out of that dress.”

“Right.” Did my mouth move? I touch my lips with my fingers and blink.

He adjusts his cock and re-tucks his shirttail. I feel woozy. He’s like a drug I can’t live without. I stretch and try to stop the dizziness that pulls me down into the abyss of contentment. “You’re beautiful.”

Fuck. My face. My hair. I jump up and shimmy my dress back down my legs. I look like a train wreck, and he looks as impeccably dressed as he did when we stepped in here. “Yeah, right.”

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