Page 6 of Embers of Fate
He takes one more step, pressing me back against the sink. The heat of his body washes over me, sending shivers down my spine and pooling between my legs.Shit. I’m not wearing any underwear tonight. The skin-tight skirt leaves no room for it without creating a hideous crease. Oh, dear gods... I feel his gaze boring into me, as if heknowsmy core is aching to be full of him, begging for release.
This is not at all the evening I’d planned. This was just supposed to be a fun night out—but isn’t the fun barely beginning?
Sheer determination sharpens his expression, electrifying me. The intensity of his gaze washes over me like a physical touch, shooting a thrill through my core. Roughly, he grabs my waist and spins me around to face the full-length mirror. My eyes devour him hungrily, wishing I could rip off his clothes and explore the gorgeous body that must be hidden beneath his tight shirt and jeans.
His fingers tangle in my dark hair, pulling it aside to expose my neck. His hot breath tickles my skin as he leans in closer. A low moan escapes my lips as his stubble grazes over me. The scent of his cologne surrounds me, intoxicating, as I surrender to the overwhelming desire coursing through my being.
My body squirms as his hips press against mine, the friction sending sparks of desire through my veins. I can feel his hardness straining against the fabric of his jeans, and I know he’s ready for me. But will he make it that easy? No, I can already tell he wants to play a little first.
His firm hand glides up the curve of my waist and curls over my breast. I gasp when his other hand skims along my belly and dives under my skirt.Oh, fuck. He’s gonna know. What will he do now?My cheeks burn, but that’s not all that’s burning for him. I can’t stop myself from looking at his reflection, searching his handsome face for any signs of disapproval. And then, as his fingers continue to glide lower, a wicked smile quirks up one corner of his lips.
“Oh gods…” I beg in a desperate whisper.Whatever you’re planning, do it now. I need it.I can feel myself reaching my breaking point.
Without lifting his face, his fierce gaze slices through the mirror and meets mine. He’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. And he wants me. “Shhh... I’m taking my sweet time with you,” he purrs close to my ear.
Holy hell.
His words send a shiver down my spine as his lips dance along my heated skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His voice is smooth velvet. I could come just by hearing it.
His hands are everywhere, roaming my body like a masterful artist, memorizing every curve, every hollow of this canvas that is my trembling form. My breath comes out in pants as he pushes up the hem of my skirt, baring my thighs and then my core for his inspection. With one look in the mirror, I can see how wet I am for him, how desperately I need him to fill me up and end this exquisite torment.
Suddenly, his fingers dive between my legs, slipping inside my entrance with no mercy. “Ungh!” The sound escapes my lips before I can help it. But in this throbbing club bathroom, who’s going to care? Besides, I’m too lost in the sensation of him inside me to care about anything else in the world. He teases me mercilessly, rubbing his thumb against my swollen bud while simultaneously thrusting two fingers within me.
Gripping the sink for support, I arch my back, silently begging for more. He obliges by picking up the pace, hammering four fingers deep into my aching core. “Oh gods,” I moan louder this time as he curls his digits just so.
His left hand leaves my hair and glides down my body, covering my own hand that’s now resting on the counter. He guides my trembling fingers to join his, our combined touch becoming an unstoppable force against the growing inferno within me. I can’t believe we’re doing this here, in the club’s bathroom, mere feet away from the thumping bass of the music and drunken revelers. The thrill only heightens my arousal as I grind against our entwined fingers.
His free hand dives into my hair again, fingers twisting in the dark strands as he gently pulls, tugging my head back and exposing the column of my throat to his hungry gaze.
“Look at yourself,” he growls in my ear, his voice gravelly with need. “See how badly you want it.”
I meet my eyes in the mirror, and what I see there is a stranger. This woman isn’t the shy Ursa heiress who blushes at racy passages in romance novels; she’s a siren, a goddess on the verge of ecstasy, and her yearning is loud and clear.
White-hot pleasure sears through me as I continue to stare into my eyes; they’re hazy with lust, pupils blown wide with desire. It’s like I’m watching myself from a distance, witnessing this wild, uninhibited version of me unravel before my very gaze.
Our stares lock as we reach for that pinnacle together, to the edge of the purest bliss. My toes curl in my high heels as I feel my climax building—so close, yet so far away.
He senses it too, damn him. As my fingernails dig into the porcelain, his fingers withdraw from my body, leaving me aching and wanting.How dare he?I whirl around to face him, ready to slap him, but he catches my wrists in a tight grip. “So impatient,” he purrs, his eyes smoldering with desire.
“Why?” I pant out between heavy breaths. “Why are you doing this to me?”
His mouth twists into a mischievous smirk as he leans forward and whispers in my ear, “Because I can.”
A growl lingers in his throat, a familiar sound. In a flash, he seizes my ass and raises me over the cold marble slab. He inches closer, parting my knees with his legs and diving into that space.Oh gods.He’s acting on pure instinct and I’m dying to discover what he will do next.
His strong, calloused hands cup the sides of my face and pull me towards him. Our mouths collide in a fiery explosion of desire, his tongue slipping past my lips and into my mouth. I can’t help but moan in pure bliss as our bodies mold together, lost in the moment’s passion.
Yes. That’s what I’m talking about. More of this.
I lock a hand around his nape, yanking him towards me roughly. My free hand swiftly unbuckles his belt, eager to explore what lies beneath.
A cocky smirk graces his lips as they meet mine. “Nuh-uh...” he murmurs, arrogant huskiness lingering in his tone. “Not yet.” Then he captures my mouth in another scorching kiss, setting every nerve ending ablaze.
His fingers burn into my bare knee before slowly trailing up my inner thigh. A thrill rushes through me. I am breathless, panting, struggling not to faint right now. But then, his touch finds a spot that makes me shudder in his hold. I gasp and moan, my hips buckling against him, driving him deeper.
Fuck. He’s amazing. If he can do that with just his fingers, I can only imagine…
My body soars higher with each passing second, his skilled hands taking me to the edge fast. The pleasure shocks and overwhelms me, but my trust in him remains unwavering. At this point, I am at his mercy.
