Page 91 of Forbidden Empire
His eyes peered into mine, a spark of raw, naked emotion flashing in his dark, stormy gaze. He raised his hand to my cheek, caressing the ugly yellow bruise. My breath caught in my throat, my heart racing like it always did when Aidon touched me.
The sound of my swallow echoed in the steamy bathroom.
My fingers whitened against the marble edge, anchoring me to something solid while everything inside me threatened to dissolve. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me unravel.
Not this easily. Not this soon.
I sealed my eyelids shut, building a flimsy barricade between us.
"Aidon," I breathed, his name evaporating into the mist between us.
Against the curve of my backside, I felt him harden, and despite myself, my lips curved into something dangerous and knowing.
The radiating warmth of his skin against mine dismantled my defenses one by one.
His palm traveled from my face down the column of my throat, each vertebra acknowledged by his fingertips with methodical precision.
A sound escaped me—half surrender, half defiance.
When his hand claimed the flesh of my ass, my eyes flew open. Our gazes collided in the fogged mirror.
His mouth, that cruel, beautiful mouth, tilted up at the corner—a look that made it obvious he knew exactly how much my body wanted him. And there was nothing I could do about it.
His fingers slid between my cheeks, moving down to my pussy.
With his other hand, he nudged me forward until I was bent all the way over the bathroom counter, my ass right there in the open for him to see.
He dropped to his knees, pressing those same feathery kisses that had been on my shoulder just seconds ago onto my ass. His fingers slipped underneath, found my pussy, and slid inside.
I gasped, startled, the sensation of him behind me so illicit it made my knees weak.
His fingers plunged deep, the slickness between my legs making it effortless, like my body just knew what he wanted.
One hand working inside me, he used the other to pull my ass cheeks apart, exposing me even more.
I felt so bare, so fucking vulnerable, and it made my heart race.
His breath ghosted over my skin.
“Spread your legs, Esme,” he said.
It was pointless to argue or to pretend I didn’t want this.
"Wider," he commanded, his voice a dark rumble against my skin.
And then his hair brushed against my ass, and he flicked his tongue at the entrance of my pussy. I gasped, way too loud, legs shaking, thighs trembling, and I opened them wider, shameless.
The way he was behind me, his mouth on me, was new. Naughty. Wildly exciting. It was nothing like the other times he’d gone down on me.
I couldn’t think; I just wanted more. I’d never wanted anything more, ever.
"Fuck, Aidon, that's...amazing," I managed, breathless.
He slid his fingers inside me again, his tongue working long, lazy strokes up and down my folds, taking his time.
The way he fucked me with his hand, his mouth following, was slow and deliberate, each movement dialing up the heat.
My hips rolled without thinking, desperate, my eyes rolling back as I gave up any pretense of control and let myself go, lost in it.
