Page 152 of Enthrall Ecstasy
It was like a shattering of all that had gone before and a future that threatened to self-destruct if I didn’t get a handle on this.
“You like it, right?” Rue’s voice brought me out of my musings.
I shook off the melancholy and nodded. “It’ll do.”
She looked relieved, showing no vanity as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She offered the seamstress a kind smile and then looked at me all wide-eyed and eager.
Dashing billionaires would be hiding in the shadows to sweep her off her feet.
It was inevitable.
As reality sunk in, my desire for her intensified because seeing her like this, like an erotic fairytale nymph, made me want to keep her.
She’s not yours to keep.
The cruel truth of my dark musing.
“Out,” I ordered the seamstress. “I need to talk with Rue.”
She scurried out of the room.
“Am I in trouble?” asked Rue.
I stalked toward her and knelt, dragging her thong down her legs. “Get out of this,” I growled.
She lifted her legs as I helped her step out of her thong. This was the outfit she’d be wearing when I sent her away.
And I hated her for it.
Leaning in, I kissed her pubic bone as though that alone would soothe my heartache. As though the process of letting her go had already begun.
My mouth glided lower.
She tasted of peace and safety and all the things I’d never known, her clit soft against my tongue at first, and then the small bud began to harden.
I lavished her with a harsh punishment as though she’d already left me—her sighs and moans and the rocking of her hips proving she was close to coming.
Relentless, refusing to let up, refusing to let go and forgive her, I owned her pussy like I had a right to it. Like this woman was mine.
She dragged her delicate fingers through my hair, her hands settling on the back of my head, holding me to her, holding me as though she was just as addicted to me as I was to her.
Her climax snatched her breath away and caused her to tremble against me. Feeling her ride through her pleasure with me as the catalyst made me harder.
I fought to ignore my own needs and just give her more.
She shuddered through another orgasm.
Softening my claim on her, I lapped tenderly, because that’s what she deserved. That’s what she had to be given to sustain her serenity.
And I knew that. Knew what she needed and just how to deliver her over to the other side of peace.
“I feel seen,” she whispered.
No one would treat her with more reverence.
No other man could adore her like I was now, like I would have done in the future if we’d had more time.
She suddenly drew in a sharp breath, her expression full of concern as she stared toward the doorway.
