Page 73 of Take Me Under

I watched her, reading the hesitation in her eyes, seeing the struggle between desire and guilt. She wasn’t making excuses—this was real for her. It didn’t matter if Serena didn’t share her mother’s beliefs. This was about a lifetime of faith, of timeless prayers and careful obedience, all pressing down on her shoulders.

She sighed again, then turned away from me, crossing the room to the window. Separating the wood blinds with two fingers, she peered out into the night. The house where I’d just enjoyed dinner was dark. No lights were on in the windows. No shadows moved behind the curtains.

I waited, watching the tension in Serena’s shoulders melt away. Then, slowly, she let the blinds fall back into place. Turning, she reached behind her, and I heard the snap of the door lock.

“But my mother has gone to bed. While that doesn’t mean I’ll go back to your hotel, it does mean we’re alone.”

She moved toward me with deliberate slowness, each step measured, her body drawn to mine as if by some invisible force. Her eyes, dark and smoldering with something dangerous, never left me. The air between us thickened, pulsing with anticipation. With need.

When she reached me, she hesitated for just a fraction of a second, her breath warm against my lips. Then, with a tilt of her head, she closed the distance. Her lips pressed against mine, soft yet insistent, testing at first before deepening with quiet desperation.

She tasted like wine and something intrinsically her—a sweet and intoxicating flavor that I knew would ruin me for anyone else. I slid a hand around the curve of her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the heat of her body against mine. She responded instantly, her fingers tangling in my hair as her nails grazed lightly against my scalp.

A soft sigh escaped her, and that sound sent a surge of possession through me. I tilted my head, taking control, parting her lips as I deepened the kiss. She met me stroke for stroke, her body arching into mine, her surrender making something dark and fundamental flare inside me.

I wanted more.

Needed more.

But I also wanted to savor this—every shaky breath, every subtle tremor, every inch of her pressed against me. I let my fingers trail up her spine, slow and deliberate, reveling in the way she shivered beneath my touch. She was fire and silk. Resistance and surrender.

Then, to my surprise, she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling my pants. Deft fingers made quick work, and it wasn’t long before I was free from the constraint of clothing.

When she took the full weight of me in her hand, I hissed. “Fuck, Serena. You look exquisite on your knees.”

She wrapped her perfect lips around my cock. Any thoughts I had about taking her back to my hotel disappeared. She was now in control, and surprisingly, I was happy to let her take over.

Grabbing the back of her head, I fisted her hair and pushed deeper into her throat. I glanced down and found myself completely taken by the vision of her working over my length. She had one hand resting on the outside of my thigh, while the other hand wrapped around the base of my cock.

And her mouth…

Those perfect lips performed miracles of epic proportion.

She met my gaze, her eyes smoldering with a secret only she understood. Then she pulled back, running her tongue slowly and deliberately down the entire length of my erection. She did it again, flicking her tongue over the sensitive tip, her eyes never breaking contact with mine.

I moaned and I could feel her smile around my cock before she tightened her suction once more. This was a measured tease, and it made me want her that much more. I was coming apart, and I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. It was pure torture, and she knew it—and I wanted nothing more than to punish her for it.

Stepping back, I pulled her to her feet. After stripping her shirt over her head, I pushed her until she was against the worktable in the center of the room. I gripped her shoulders, pressing her back until her spine was horizontal, and covered her body with mine. Burying my face in her neck, I breathed deeply, inhaling her scent. I peppered kisses along her jaw, moving to nip at her ear. She threw her head back, welcoming me to take more.

I was suddenly desperate. It had been too long since I’d been inside her. I needed to feel that hot, wet heat again.

Reaching under her to unhook her bra, I shoved it up roughly over her breasts. Then I bit down, capturing a nipple. Her back arched as the taut peaks hardened in response.

I moved a hand down her belly unfastening the button and zipper, I pushed the restrictive material down enough to make room for my fingers. When I made contact with her wet slit, she moaned—and it just might have been the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

“Jesus Christ, Serena,” I grunted. “You’re so wet. I want to fuck you. Right here. Right now.”

I circled her nub with my forefinger, wanting her to come before I plunged my cock into her. I was desperate to have her and knew I wouldn’t be gentle when the time came.

“Yes. Just like that!” she cried out.

Her eyes locked on mine, and all I saw was a blazing inferno of desire as I continued to push her higher and higher. I wished we were somewhere else—my hotel, my club, anywhere. Fucking her like a savage on a slab of wood in a dusty garage didn’t seem fitting for a woman who deserved to be worshipped, but I was at the point of no return. The promise of her sweet pussy was too much.

“I want your orgasm, princess. I need to feel you tighten around my finger.”

“Please, Anton. Make me come,” she begged.

My eyes closed at the sound of my name falling from her lips. If I could live in this moment for the rest of my life, with the feel of her body trembling for me, I would die a happy man.

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