Page 32 of His Dark Desires

His eyes darken, and he grins, wolfish. "And did I make you feel, Sophia?"

"Yes." The word comes out strangled, my body thrumming with arousal.

"Show me." His hands slide to my wrists, pinning them gently above my head.

I bite my lip as he lowers his head, his lips finding my collarbone. His tongue darts out to taste my skin, and I shiver, a soft moan escaping.

"Adrian," I breathe, my body arching toward him.

He chuckles, a deep sound that vibrates through me. "Do you like this, Sophia?" His hands roam lower, thumbs slipping under the hem of my shirt to graze the bare skin of my waist.

"Yes," I whisper again, unable to form coherent thoughts. His fingers skim my sides, sending shivers up my body.

"Your skin is so soft." His mouth moves to my breasts now, nibbling through the fabric of my shirt. His thumbs hook under the elastic of my pants, tugging them open slightly.

"Adrian." I start to reach for him, but he catches my wrists, holding them together with one hand while the other continues its path downward.

I watch him squat, his eyes on me, and he comes near me, making me take in a shuddering breath.

"Tell me, Sophia. Did I touch you like this in your dream?" His mouth is on me now, through my panties, and I cry out, unable to form words. "Did I make you feel good, Sophia?"

His tongue teases and nips, sending waves of pleasure through me. I twist in his grip, wanting more, needing to feel him.

"Yes, there, please." My words come out in a rush, my body arching into him.

He chuckles again, the sound both dark and triumphant. "Impatient, aren't we?"

He pushes my panties aside, baring me to his mouth. His tongue tastes me directly, swirling over my most sensitive spot, and I cry out, my hips jerking.

"So good," he murmurs against me, his breath hot.

I press into his mouth, working my hips back and forth as his tongue works its magic. His hands are still holding my wrists, his fingers digging into my skin.

He finds a rhythm, licking and sucking, and my body responds, tension coiling tight within me. I rock my hips in time with his tongue, my breath coming in short gasps.

I want to touch him, but he holds me fast. I'm at his mercy, utterly exposed, and it only fuels the fire burning inside me.

I moan his name, my body trembling on the edge of release.

"Adrian, please..."

But he senses my impending climax and slows, his tongue gentling, then stopping.

"Not yet, Sophia," he murmurs, his breath hot against my sensitive flesh.

I whimper in frustration, my body craving release. "Please..."

"Not yet," he repeats, his voice firm.

He stands, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in my disheveled state. My hair is wild, my chest heaving, and my pants are still undone, revealing the lace edge of my panties.

"You're exquisite," he says, his voice hoarse.

"Adrian," I whisper, my voice thick with need. My body is throbbing, every nerve ending screaming for completion.

He steps back, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's enough for now, Sophia."

I bite my lip, torn between frustration and desire. I want him, ache for him, but he's in control, and I sense this is part of the game. A test of my submission.

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