Page 15 of Enthrall Climax
He scooped me up and sat me on the edge of the central table. “I want everyone in the world to know you’re mine.”
I cupped his face in my hands. “Thank you.”
“Seeing you smile is why I get up in the morning.” He looked around the showroom. “I think you’ll have fun.”
“I know I will.”
“You should design something small to begin with. Underwear, maybe?” He ran his fingers over my hem. “Let’s take a look at your panties to get some inspiration.”
I lifted my skirt for him and widened my thighs, falling back until I was staring at the white ceiling with its white crystal chandelier…
I pointed up. “It’s a sign.”
He raised his brows playfully as he eased my thong to the side. “And when in Chrysalis…”
The back of my head crashed against the table, my back arching from the intense pleasure I felt as his mouth possessed me, his tongue swirling and flicking my clit with verve.
“Oh, God.”
He smiled against me. “Close, but I’ll accept it.”
“You’re a miracle worker.”
“You’re the miracle.” He sucked harder, sending a shockwave of bliss into me.
My heart blossomed with all this happiness rushing in, bringing me boundless waves of ecstasy.
“Come for me.” With his firm hands he eased apart my thighs a little more, his hair tickling my skin. He continued to circle slowly, his expert attention so precise I quickly rose into a blinding orgasm with his name on my lips, shuddering and writhing as I disappeared into the afterglow.
I whimpered as he brought me down with his soft kisses, his mouth trailing along one inner thigh and then back up the other.
This was him reclaiming me in a possessive show of ownership. Tonight’s restraint had spurred him on to take me this fervidly.
“I need you inside me,” I stuttered out the words.
His lips pressed to my ankle over the small hummingbird tattoo.
“Please…”
He pulled my dress down and eased me up to sit before him. “Let’s save that for tomorrow.”
“Why tomorrow?”
“You agreed to two weeks. Now I need to keep to my end of the bargain. Let’s get you home.”
“You’re going to go darker with me?”
He pinched my jaw possessively. “Once we begin there’s no going back.” His tone held an edge of danger.
“I consent,” I said, my voice trembling with expectancy. “Show it all to me.”
He tipped my chin higher. “Welcome to the far side of the forbidden, Ms. Lauren.”
THE TIP OFSHAY’S ÉPÉEpressed into my chest.
I stared at him through my fencing mask, holding my position. It was unsettling to feel the pressure of his blade against me in a defiant act of aggression. I’d invited him for a 6:00 A.M. bout so I could help shake my hangover from last night’s party at The Mandarin.
That deadly point resting two inches from my heart was a stellar way to sober me up, but it was doing nothing to alleviate my doubts.
