Page 366 of Eternal
Blue. Deep. Possessive.
Then he pulled my hand back down between my thighs. Guided it. Pressed it there like he couldn’t wait anymore. “I’mgoing to need you to listen to me,” he said. “Touch yourself. Right here. Don’t look away from me.” He leaned in. Close enough for me to feel his breath on my lips. “Keep those pretty eyes on me. And not asinglesound.”
The song pulsed.
Neon lit his face. Red, violet,blue.
Love you, love you… love you, love you…
I leaned closer. Let my lips brush his like a dirty secret. “Mmm…”
Then he smiled. “Come on,partner,” he said. “Play with me.”
I caught his hand and pressed it down over the hard line beneath his suit. “You’re going to do the same,” I whispered. “And we’ll see who breaks first?”
He laughed, dark, low, feral. “Team bonding really evolved.”
“We need proximity in a team, right?”
His right hand slipped under the table. His left hand reached out, fingers curling around the front of my throat. Not squeezing tight. His thumb pressed beneath my jaw, tilting my head back.
“Open,” he whispered.
I obeyed, lips parting. Instinct. Obedience. Need.
Then he pulled me forward harder, until my chest pressed to the edge of the table, my face tipped up and exposed.
His left hand moved away for a moment, grabbed the wine glass, and he took a slow sip from it.
Without hesitation, he leaned down and spat the warm wine into my mouth. The liquid hit my tongue. Then his mouth covered mine. Not a kiss, not at first. It was sealing, forcing the wine down, his tongue coaxing me to swallow, then slipping deeper, licking the taste from me like it belonged to him.
Only after I swallowed, only then, did he kiss me for real. Deep. Slow. Possessive.
As if he was owning what he’d poured inside my throat.
His mouth lingered on mine, before he pulled back slightly, breath mingling with mine.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he murmured.
“Damir…” I exhaled like a sinful prayer.
His fingers slid inside my mouth, soft and demanding.
“Shh, partner.Suck,” he breathed against my lips. “I need to imagine it’s your mouth around my cock to do it correctly.”
I obeyed, teeth grazing the pads of his fingers, tongue circling.
He groaned low in his throat. “Perfect.”
And I didn’t even realize my fingers had moved around my clit until I felt the wet heat of myself, already aching.
Still pressed against the edge, still halfway in his hold, I rocked into my own hand.
He didn’t move, he half-smiled and caressed the scar on my jaw with his thumb, watching me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world. “Do something for me,partner,” he whispered, his hand gliding back down around my throat, softer now, like a collar. “Sit back, and imagine it’s me.” A beat passed. “My fingers, curling inside your tight cunt. Feel how welcoming they are.”
I laughed or moaned or I don’t even know but it made him chuckle too. “You can’t be all soft and reassuring when you’re asking me to finger-fuck myself in public for you.”
His eyes darkened, amused and wicked. “That’s the point. Make it a show. I want to see you, not onlyfeelyou.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “I want to see that look on your face when you come. You’re always so pretty.”
