Page 46 of Driving Him Wild

I’d always had a thing for delayed gratification, which was probably another reason my soul

yearned to submit. She wouldn’t reward me until she deemed it appropriate, and every minute she

withheld it, the promise of release became that much headier.

This gloriously naked, insanely gorgeous creature before me already knew how best to satisfy me.

And we’d barely got started.

She placed her hands on her hips and stared down at me, her gaze imperious. ‘Tell me we have

condoms in this cabin, Jensen.’

I flipped back one corner of the blanket near my feet to reveal the box of condoms I’d grabbed from the supply closet.

She smiled, and my breath caught at the lusty fire reflected in the hazel depths. My cock bobbed in excitement as she examined the box and dropped it between my knees.

‘We’ll get to that in a little while. Right now I want you to place your hands on your thighs. Don’t move them until I say so. I’ve been dying to lick you all over and I’m going to do just that.’

Shuddering with anticipation, I did as instructed.

She stepped behind me, depriving me of the joy of seeing her beautiful body. Moments later her

fingers delved into my hair. She caught it up in one fist and before I could take the next breath, her teeth sank into the skin at the top of my spine.

Pleasure rained through my body and I groaned.

‘You like that?’

‘Yes,min elskerinde.’

‘Hmm, I think those two are becoming my favourite Danish words.’

I smiled, pleased. ‘I’ll teach you Danish if you like.’

Her small teeth grazed over my skin again. ‘Yes, Jensen, I’d like that very much.’

My eyes squeezed shut of their own accord as she continued to taste me, tongue and teeth and hot

breath wreaking havoc all over my skin, following my spine down my back as she explored me.

Fists bunched on my thighs, need pummelling me hard, I glanced down at the thick swell of my

cock. Teeth gritted, I fought the urge to touch myself. To surrender to the need to blow my load. But I couldn’t come. Not yet. Not until she commanded it.

The freedom in being shackled and under her control made my senses soar.

That need to step outside myself, hand the reins to someone else—a need absurdly born from

having to be in control, to keep my family safe from the monster who called himself father—was like nothing else I’d ever experienced, not even the thrill of climbing the world’s highest mountain.

I shuddered as her grip tightened in my hair, as she bent low behind me. One hand caressed my butt, squeezed and released at leisure then strutted back to my front. She leaned in, her breath feathering my face without her lips making contact with mine.

‘Where was I?’ she demanded sultrily.

My breathing grew frantic, erratic as her lips worked her way down my throat, nipping and tasting

my hard nipples, then my abs, until, with one long look at me, she crouched lower and licked the head of my cock.

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