Page 7 of With this Ring

No man had ever been this outrageous with her, yet there wasn’t a single part of her that considered denying him. Her hands wavered as she reached for the hem, and her heart pounded so loudly he had to hear it.

With a deep swallow, she lowered her arms to gather the ridiculous amount of pale pink chiffon and tucked it into place.

“Very nice.” He swept his hot gaze over her, taking in her legs, her tummy, then settling at the apex of her thighs. The heat of his stare was like a physical caress on her skin.

Trying not to betray her nerves, she took a breath.

“The thong’s unexpected. In a nice way.”

Sasha much preferred panties or boy shorts that offered full coverage, but Leah had been very vocal, insisting her wedding pictures would not be ruined by panty lines.

“Now take it off.”

Heat flooding her face, she worked the material down her legs. Her hands trembled as she turned over the scrap of silk, the intimacy of the gesture making her feel exposed and vulnerable in a way she’d never experienced before.

“Good girl.”

His approval made the room spin.

“Smell it.”

The man offered no respite. Before she was finished being scandalized by one request, he made another.“What?”

“I want you to smell yourself.”

Wishing the floor would open up beneath her, she followed his command.

“Now tell me about the scent.”

In the distance the party continued, the music creating a backdrop at odds with her emotions. An occasional conversation or giggle from the hallway affirmed how absurd being in here with Gregorio was.

“I’m waiting.”

The musky, heady aroma made her body flame with embarrassment and desire. After momentarily squeezing her eyes shut, she replied. “It’s, ah…” She cleared her throat. “My arousal.”

“Mmm.” He nodded. “Is the material damp?”

You already know the answer.

Silently, he approached her, something that should have been impossible with a man as large as he was. But Gregorio had always been able to move with silent grace, a stealth that belied his size and strength.

And she’d seen him accomplish the impossible before.

“Now hold it to my nose.”

Ready to die from his demands, she followed his outrageous direction.

“Intoxicating, Petal.” He then plucked her thong from her and dropped it into his pocket. “I could mainline your scent and feed on it for days.”

Who the hell are you?

She’d known he was lethal, but she’d never seen this side of him before. His raw, primal sexuality weakened her knees and made her heart gallop.

“Now, put one hand on the wall next to you and use the other to spread your labia, holding yourself open to me.”

This time, she didn’t protest. She couldn’t, not when her body ached for his touch, taste, possession.

Right now, they both recognized the sway he held over her. She would do anything he wanted.

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