Page 114 of Enthrall Shadows
I claimed her soft lips, both of us demanding more from each other in a frenzied kiss, tongues sharing what useless words couldn’t convey—that we were fast becoming more.
So much more.
Seconds ago, she’d shared her fear that we may never kiss again.
I answered her with truth. “You miss me kissing you like this?”
“Yes.”
“Let me rectify that.” Gripping her chin, I took possession of her mouth again, our tongues clashing with passion fused with desire, leisurely fighting her lips with mine. Our need for this, for us, was frenzied and real as we both responded to this yearning.
She undulated against the tree as I continued to play with her clit.
“Henry,” she stuttered. “I’m close.”
“I want to watch you come.”
She glanced down to witness the movements of my hand bringing her closer.
“Eyes on me,” I demanded.
“I’m going to…”
“Does your cunt feel nice?” I growled.
“Oh, God.” She half smiled and then shivered in pleasure.
Leaning low, I suckled her nipple through her shirt. She tugged the material down with her bra cup to give me access to bare skin. My mouth clamped her pertness, and I suckled her breast rhythmically until she gasped for air.
“What if someone sees?” she said breathlessly.
“Let them.”
We were in the middle of nowhere.
And surely, voyeurs didn’t faze her.
“This is impossible,” she said. “I can’t fall for you.” Lotte searched my face. “This doesn’t make sense.”
“Want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No.”
I leaned closer to her ear. “Say ‘my cunt is yours.’”
“It is.”
“Say it,” I demanded.
“My pussy is yours.” Her jaw slackened.
Dominating this fiery woman was easily one of my finest achievements. I took pleasure in seeing her become weak and wanton in response to my ministrations.
Slowing the circular motion of my fingertip, I focused on her expression to gauge her desire.
I gruffly ordered, “Not yet.”
“What you do to me.”
