Page 63 of Midnight Torment

I watched him stand, the dim lights of the room creating shadows that made him appear dark and dangerous, a demon lover ascending to Earth to claim souls. His sticky fingers curved up my thighs and over my ass to hook into my panties. They were nothing more than a scrap of lace, but his sensual removal of them left me gasping. Jordan tucked them into his pocket and stared down at me like a starving man presented with a feast.

There had been nights in the past that I went to the orgy room and Jordan just happened to bump into me in the corridor. I’d thought it was an accident, but the truth broke my heart at everything we’d been deprived of in Jordan’s attempt to keep me safe. We spent the entire night with each other in the darkness with the scent and sound of sex surrounding us. Tonight reminded me of that, only I could see the expressions burning bright in his grey gaze the way I wished I had been able to back then.

He scooped more ice cream with his middle fingers, spreading it on my pussy and making my back arch as the freezing temperature made me squirm. I watched his dark head descend, the first long lick making my eyes close to block out everything but Jordan and the sensations he created.

My knees clamped together and he sat back and lifted each leg over his broad shoulders while he licked his lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.

Fuck. I’m going to combust, he’s so damn hot.

He swooped down on my sensitive skin like a predator striking his prey, my hips lifting off the table, and his hands cupping my ass to devour me completely. This man never did anything in half measures. His teeth scraped my clit before he bit lightly down on that flesh that was a throbbing mass of nerve endings.

A woman screamed to my left, the man with her grunting in time with his rhythmic thrusts. My eyes opened and I watched a woman on stage ride an electrical Symbian, her hands rubbing her breasts, her head thrown back. Another woman stepped up behind her to replace her hands, her lips trailing across her shoulder.

Jordan’s tongue zig-zagging over my heated flesh brought my full attention back to him. Another scoop of ice cream made me writhe, his tongue lapping it all up from inside my pussy lips as if he was hollowing out a peach with his tongue alone.

My heels dug into his back as I levered myself up toward his attention, grinding my hips to get greater pressure where I needed it most.

“I need you,” I whimpered, my fingers clinging to the edge of the table to try and ground myself before I floated off into the world of sensation, the pressure in my stomach spiralling out of control and my legs trembling.

Jordan stood suddenly and I blinked several times to try and focus on him. He bent over me to stare directly into my eyes, desire blazing at the back of that smouldering gaze.

“You really want me to fuck you in front of all these people?” he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

I turned my head to the right to look around the room. One woman had several men surrounding her. As her current partner finished, another took his place while others held her their erotic prisoner, their hands on her wrists handcuffs of flesh.

My hands grasped his face after I’d scanned the room. “I belong only to you and I don’t care who knows it, Jordan. So show everyone here that I’m yours.”

I watched him transform into the man I first met, all his emotions disappearing behind those steely grey eyes. His fingers slowly wrapped around my wrists to pin my hands to either side of my head. He stood and studied me, his dark gaze lazily running over me. My flesh responded with goosebumps rising as if to try and reach him. His grasp left me to move to his belt and my lips clamped together to suppress the wanton moan that tried to escape.

I didn’t look, but felt the blunt end of his cock rubbing my entrance. Jordan gripped my thighs and widened my legs. His feral expression made flocks of butterflies erupt in my stomach, my arousal peaking.

My fingers sought the edge of the table behind me to anchor myself against the oncoming storm. He thrust hard and deep with no warning, my body struggling to accept his sudden entrance. My mouth opened in a silent scream.

Jordan pulled back before slamming into me again. At this angle, with the hard marble table under me, there was no reprieve. His hands grasped my hips to drag me into every thrust.

I loved the Jordan who held me tightly and whispered in my ear, his hand splayed on my stomach in the darkness. I adored him when he teased me and made me squirm. But this dark and relentless Jordan reminded me of the man who walked into my life and captured my heart. His hips pistoned against mine, the friction making me mewl with pleasure. His gaze bored into mine in a silent command.

I was on fire inside and out. The pressure in my stomach expanded like a nuclear reaction ready to explode. Perspiration coated my skin, arousal slickened between my legs, and my legs trembled in anticipation. His cock gliding in and out of me, stretching and stimulating me while in a room filled with people was a delicious and decadent fantasy come to life.

“Jordan,” I whimpered, angling my pelvis to get pressure where I needed it to help me climb that orgasmic ladder.

His fingers tightened on my thighs until I could count every single pad indenting into my flesh. The first tendrils of pleasure jolted through me, making my pussy walls contract. Jordan’s teeth bit into his bottom lip, his eyes growing hooded. Another muffled scream sounded somewhere behind me and I shivered at the ambience.

Jordan leaned forward, his cock lodged at the deepest point in me, his forehead pressing to mine. “You are the most beautiful woman in this room,” he said against my lips. “You’re even more stunning when you fall apart in my arms as you orgasm with my dick embedded inside your pussy.”

My aforementioned pussy contracted at his words.

My fingers abandoned their position at the edge of the table to slide under his shirt. “And that look on your face when you come inside me belongs to me alone.” My lips touched his. “I’m the only woman you’ve ever been inside naked.”

“That’s because you’re mine.” Heat flared in his eyes. “You always have been.”

“Always,” I whispered, my gaze locked with his.

Jordan’s lips crashed into mine as his hips began to move, his stomach muscles playing under my fingers.

“I love you,” I said in between long, drugging kisses.

“And I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

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