Page 284 of Eternal
“I like your mouth when it’s busy,” I said, and then gasped when he bit down.
His hand dipped between my legs, and when he found how wet I already was, he groaned into my neck.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Azra…this wet?”
“You’re surprised?” I panted.
“I’m honored, actually.”
He kissed me again, messy, senseless.
His fingers circled, tested, slid, and my hips lifted into his hand like my body had a mind of its own, no shame, no shrinking. It wasdesirein its purest, darkest form.
He stripped me like he’d done it before, like he’d thought about it, over and over again.
His shirt came off with one hand, bunched behind his neck and dragged over his head. Mine followed, slower, not because he fumbled, but because he looked while doing it, like he needed to memorize how it felt to peel me open.
His eyes didn’t leave mine. Not when his fingers brushed the curve of my waist, not when the hem of my shirt caught at my ribs, not when I gasped at the sudden coolness of the air.
“You're blushing,” he murmured, soft and amused.
“Shut up.”
“Make me…” He replied.
I reached for his mouth but he caught my wrist, and then that damn smile curved his lips, the one that made me ache before he even touched me.
And then hedidtouch me.
With the hand still holding my wrist, he lowered it back down above my head, pinned it there, his other hand slid down between us, between my thighs.
I couldn’t see what he was doing, I could only feel it.
His fingers parted me with aching patience. A slow, teasing stroke that made my hips lift instinctively, and he caught that too, pressing his body harder against mine to keep me in place.
“Stay still,partner,” he said, that lazy smile never leaving. “You’re gonna want to feel this properly.”
My breath caught as his fingers circled my clit once and I stopped breathing.
“Sensitive?” he asked, head tilting like he didn’t already know.
“Damir…”
“God, you say my name like that again and I’ll come before I even get inside you.”
I laughed… and then gasped again, because that same hand was inside me now, two fingers deep, sliding in slow while his thumb toyed with that spot, he knew had me fucked.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his forehead pressing to mine. “You knew I’d touch you like this, didn’t you?”
“Ihoped.”
He kissed me, hard. His fingers stilled long enough to draw a moan out of me, then started again. That rhythm, lazy, taunting, right at the edge of overwhelming. And all the while, he watched me. “Eyes on me, Azra,” he said.
“Ican’t—I can’t when you?—”
“You can,” he cut in, breath warm against my lips. “I want to watch your face when I ruin you.”
I opened my mouth to snap something back, but he curled his fingers again, and I choked on the words.
