Page 46 of Legacy

Fuck, this man had me dickmatized.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” I told him, pulling at the buttons of his shirt.

I couldn’t allow him to become my weakness.

What the fuck was I saying? He already was. I was doomed.

“Of course. Nothing.” Without care for my clothes, he tore the top of my dress, sending buttons and pieces of delicate fabric everywhere, and cupped my breasts through my bra. “I can’t ever trust you.”

Cool air coasted over my hot skin, adding to the ache for his touch all over my body.

“That’s right, and I’ll never trust you. I’m only a prize to you. I’m— Oh, God,” I gasped as he scored his teeth along the column of my neck and then bit.

Lifting me by the waist, he shoved everythingoff the table and set me on the end before ripping the rest of my dress from my body.

His gaze raked me from head to the juncture of my soaked underwear. Never had a lover craved me the way he had. Goosebumps prickled over my skin, and my pussy quivered as more arousal pooled between my legs.

Eli licked his lips, and I couldn’t help but whimper, knowing what he planned.

“Do I frighten you, Avra?” He leaned forward, cupped my jaw, and rubbed my lower lip with his thumb.

I shook my head. “No.”

“I should. These hands you like so much on you”—he slid his palm down my throat with his mouth licking and sucking as he moved lower—“belong to a killer. I do despicable things and have no plans to stop.”

My eyes fluttered shut, lost in the tease of his stubble-covered jaw as it grazed my skin. How he knew just how to seduce me was an enigma I’d never solve. He coaxed out desires and needs I never realized I coveted.

“Good,” I murmured, allowing my nails to score over his shoulder. “I prefer you the way you are.”

He lifted his head. “Of course you do. Only another predator can satisfy a predator.”

“Don’t read too much into it, Eli.” Pain and longing bloomed in my chest, along with a tiny bit of panic.

“I won’t.” He jerked my thong off and lowered it while simultaneously positioning me so my dripping pussy aligned with his mouth. “This doesn’t mean anything. Isn’t this what you like to say?”

Before I could respond, he brought me flush against him, and all coherent thought evaporated from my mind.

“Eli,” I cried out and grabbed hold of his hair.

His tongue speared my core, thrusting, licking, tasting, savoring. He feasted on my clit, driving my desire higher and higher.

It was too much and not enough.

Oh God, right there. Everything inside me tightened and trembled. I dug my heels into his back, arching and pushing up.

I couldn’t get enough.

“Eli, don’t make me wait,” I whimpered.

Fuck, what was I doing? I never begged.

“What do you want?” he asked and flicked my clitoral nub, causing me to buck.

“Make me come.”

He nipped the inside of my thigh, the sting of it glorious. “Is that an order?”

“Yes.”

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