Page 56 of Forbidden Empire
The question was always how much he could take before he lost control, before this little game of ours spun into something dangerous.
Aidon’s patience was infamous, a legend whispered in wary tones.
He was calculating, cool, always in control, right up until you pushed him past the breaking point. And I had a feeling we were standing on the razor’s edge of that moment, right here, right now.
He tried to pull away, but I bit down again, my teeth sinking into his lush bottom lip until it gave beneath the pressure.
“Esme!” he barked, hand flying to his mouth.
When he drew his fingers away, I caught the smear of blood on his cheek and felt a wicked satisfaction twist inside me.
“I told you not to do that again!” His eyes went black, pupils blown wide with a furious, almost decadent hunger.
But the pain only drove him wilder. He crashed his mouth back to mine, rougher this time, his kiss bruising and wild.
His hand plunged between my thighs, fingers slamming inside me, fucking me hard and fast against the window.
Angry now, he lost all restraint. And I let him.
I reveled in it, the ferocity, the raw, violent pleasure that only Aidon could rip from me.
Every thrust, every punishing flick of his fingers, sent jolts of ecstasy ricocheting through my body, fracturing me in the best way.
Pleasure built, ruthless and hot, cresting inside me with every ragged breath. My thighs fell open, mouth open wider,surrendering completely as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.
“Yes,” I whimpered, letting my head fall to his shoulder as he poured every bit of energy and focus into the relentless rhythm of his fingers, pushing my desire to a fever pitch.
His mouth hovered at my ear, his breath ragged and hot.
“Goddammit, Esme,” he growled, voice raw, “you’re so fucking sexy. Your pussy feels so good…so fucking wet and hot.”
A shiver raced down my spine.
“Please don’t stop,” I gasped, the words tumbling out between shallow breaths. “I need you to keep going.”
He kept the pace steady, holding me right on the precipice.
“Still pretending this doesn’t mean anything?” The question was a blade, sharp and impossible to ignore.
My eyes snapped open at his words, the cold shock of reality slicing through the haze.
I was letting this go too far, letting him inside in ways I’d promised myself I never would.
I jerked my head back, fighting to meet his eyes, even as his fingers thrust relentlessly inside my desperate, clenching heat.
“I don’t belong to you, Aidon,” I bit out, through trembling lips and praying he wouldn’t stop, not until I shattered.
Anger flared in his eyes, dark and electric. He increased his speed, fucked me harder, punishing and perfect, just like I wanted.
I ground down onto his hand, chasing that desperate pleasure, moaning as the pressure built.
I was seconds from coming undone, teetering at the edge, when out of nowhere, he pulled his hand away.
The loss hit me like a slap.
I whimpered, aching, every nerve ending burning for him.
I searched his face, wild and pleading, needing him to finish what he started.
