Page 142 of Chandelier Sin
She dragged her hands behind her, breaths short and sharp as she fought the punishing need to come, now being cruelly delayed. That swath of her dress covered her once more.
I stepped closer and tipped up her chin. “Say the words and I’ll give you what you need.”
“You own me.” Her voice sounded soft and forgiving.
I reached out and dragged her in for a punishing kiss, forcingher lips open with my tongue, battling hers as I proved who ruled this moment as we tangled for dominance, her resistance a thing of beauty.
But there could only be one who ruled in this moment.
Even as I fought the emotions inside that had lain dormant, they still burned their way to the surface. As my tongue traced hers, I conveyed what she did to me. She filled me with agony because she’d continue in this world, but never be mine.
An unforgiveable situation.
She responded with a flash of anger, sharing this sense of futility, fury burning within her and then softening to a soulful yearning, her lips quivering as she rebelled against my control for a second—and then tipping her chin high, as though pleading for this kiss to never end.
I gave her that, at least, suffering the delight of her biting my lower lip, enduring the sharp nip that proved she was rebelling.
Grabbing her throat, I walked her backwards until her body struck the wall.
“You like this?” I checked in with her, garnering a clear response.
“Yes,” she said, hoarsely.
Reaching low, I placed my hand between her thighs and caressed that sensitive nub, rubbing slowly, circling it to bring the intensity she’d come to expect.
“Oh, God, Atticus,”
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
“It’s inevitable. Whenever you and I are close, we will fuck. You get that, right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, sir.” I demanded her obedience.
She let out a lustful sigh.
She was right, this was the definition of insanity—fucking when anyone could walk in. Her husband was merely a few doors away and would kill us both on sight.
It was a terrible rush of adrenaline we chased after.
I claimed her.
And perhaps for Eve, there was satisfaction in knowing she was defying the man who didn’t realize her worth.
Again, our lips collided with an intensity that set the air ablaze. Time seemed suspended as a symphony of sensations danced between us, her tantalizing breaths mingling with mine.
I felt the electrifying brush of her fingers as she worked on my zipper. I grew harder against the pressure of her fingers as she set my cock free, while the delicate tango of our tongues again explored well charted territory.
I wanted to know this woman like I knew my own soul.
Suddenly, and without pausing, I lifted her up and she flung her thighs around my waist as I pressed my body against hers. I thrust inside her, hearing that first shocked sound of surprise even as she knew this was inevitable.
Both of us moved seamlessly, her tipping her hips forward and me entering deep and feeling her clench me tightly.
We trusted each other implicitly, providing us both with a brilliant fuck that we clearly needed.
