Page 183 of Nemesync
“You drive me insane; you know that?”
She tilted her head and smirked. “That’s the idea.”
It’s in her eyes, always in those amber eyes.
Dangerous, loud but so soft.
She smells like heaven, looks like paradise, and is the only way the devil within me can taste the essence of Nirvana.
With a breathless voice, she added, “I’m addicted to the feeling of your hands on me.”
“Good, because I have no intention of stopping.”
In a swift and demanding move, I pulled her into an urgent kiss. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist.
I love it when she does that; keeping me where she wants me to be.
Her lips were soft, so wet, so beautiful.
I wanted everything from her, I wanted it all.
Whispering against my lips, she murmured, “So do you like this little surprise?”
Holding her by the waist, I deepened the kiss, nodding and grinning against her mouth. Her fingers found the knot of my cravat, putting me on edge.
Oh, this was too much for me.
I felt so tight in my pants; I was about to explode if she continued acting like that.
Murmuring against her ear, I said, “Playing with me, Zanae?”
With a smirk, she pulled again. “I would never.”
I urgently placed her hand on my erection, our fingers interlocked on it. “See how crazy I am for you,Milaya?”
Her eyes burned with passion as she kissed me more deeply, her lips pressed against mine with intensity, and her tongue found mine as she sucked on it.
I love her taste so much.
She tightened her legs around my waist, killing me, testing how much I could control the desire I felt for her.
She let out a soft sigh as my hands trailed over her, my favorite melody. “Look at you, all flushed and irresistible, all aroused. You wanted me to fuck you in my office, baby, didn’t you?”
Her cheeks deepened in color, a mixture of desire and playfulness shining in her eyes. Those eyes, I love them so much, ablaze, fucking burning. “Yes,” she breathed.
She kissed me again, her hand moving to unzip my pants. When I felt her fingers touching my hard-on, I lost all capacity to resist. She began stroking me while still kissing me, and I was a fucking goner.
Against my lips, she whispered, “I love when you lose control with me, Elijah.”
I’m blinded by her, so weak for her that I surrendered entirely to her presence. A simple glance of her, and I was on fire.
But now? Right at this moment, I was soaring because of every millimeter of her skin, every degree of warmth emanating from her body - the way her lips moved on mine, the softness of her touch, the sensation of her hair against my skin.
It wasn’t just about sex; it was everything surrounding her, setting me ablaze, making me feel life in the most intense and burning way possible.
She stroked harder, and my hand instinctively grabbed her ass, pulling her impossibly closer. She moaned against my mouth, and I felt her hand working magic down there. Her strokes were perfect, firm, and quick.
“Fuck, that’s perfect, baby. Keep doing that.”
