Page 39 of Forbidden Empire
"Do you?" I challenged, as the head of his cock nudged against my entrance, then retreated.
Our bodies trembled with the effort of restraint, skin slick with sweat, breath coming in ragged pants. His cock twitched against my inner thigh, leaving a wet trail of precum. I could feel my pulse hammering between my legs, my arousal dripping onto the sheets beneath us.
My eyes locked with his, pleading.
The air between us crackled with tension, thick enough to choke on. His expression softened for just a moment, a flash of vulnerability beneath the dominant mask before he inhaled deep, nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of my arousal.
He gave a single, almost imperceptible nod, the silent acknowledgment of a temporary truce in our endless war.
My eyes fell to his lips, full, parted, the lower one bearing the mark of his teeth. Something molten and primal surged through me, clenching in my pussy and between my thighs.
He bent his head with agonizing slowness, his hot breath ghosting over my skin seconds before contact. When his mouth descended, the first touch was a graze, a whisper, a promise. His lips brushed my clit with such deliberate lightness that I screamed in frustration.
Finally!
"Yesssssss," I hissed, my fingers diving into his thick hair, nails scraping his scalp as I anchored myself to him.
The first real stroke of his tongue sent lightning crackling up my spine, my back arching off the bed as if electrocuted. Hegrowled against me, the vibration rippling through my swollen flesh, and my thighs began to tremble.
His tongue. God, his tongue traced maddening patterns, alternating between feather-light circles and firm, devastating strokes that had me seeing stars. He worked me like an instrument he'd spent years mastering, reading every twitch and gasp as if my body spoke a language he invented.
When his fingers slid up my inner thigh, leaving trails of fire in their wake, I sobbed with relief. He teased my entrance, gathering the embarrassing evidence of my arousal before pressing two thick fingers inside. The stretch and fullness made my inner walls clench around him, trying to draw him deeper.
"Aidon," I gasped, stripped raw with need. "Please?—"
He moaned against me, the sound vibrating against my clit as I ground against his face.
My hips bucked beyond my control now, chasing the pressure and maddening friction needed. His stubble scraped the tender skin of my inner thighs, the slight pain heightening every sensation.
He sealed his lips around my clit and sucked hard, rhythmic, relentless, while his fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made coherent thought impossible.
The dual assault was too much. My vision blurred at the edges as pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, my body coiling tighter and tighter like a spring about to snap.
My thighs clamped around his head, my heels digging into his back as I writhed beneath him, at his mercy yet somehow holding all the power.
My lungs burned for oxygen as the room tilted and spun, my universe collapsing to a single point between my thighs where his mouth devoured me. Stars burst behind my eyelids—constellations of pleasure I'd never charted before.
"Yes, harder, oh god, please don't stop, Aidon!" The words tore from my throat, raw and primal, bouncing off the walls and back to my ears.
My hips bucked against his face, my thighs trembling as they spread wider, the muscles burning with the strain.
His fingers curled inside me with devastating precision, the wet sounds of my arousal filling the room as he pumped faster, harder.
The calluses on his fingertips scraped against that spot that made lightning crack down my spine. Three fingers now, stretching, claiming, conquering. My inner walls clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper still.
"You're so fucking wet, Esme. You taste like fucking heaven," his tongue flattened, licking a scorching path through my folds, gathering the slickness his fingers coaxed from me.
The sight of his dark head between my thighs, his shoulders bunching with effort as he worked me over, sent another flood of heat pulsing from my core.
My head thrashed against the pillow. Incoherent sounds spilled from my lips, half-sobs, desperate whimpers, his name like a broken prayer.
My fingers clawed at the sheets, at his hair, at anything I could reach as the pressure built to something terrifying in its intensity.
He sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked, hard, merciless, while his fingers drove deeper, curling forward in a command my body couldn't refuse.
The dual sensation shattered something fundamental inside me. My vision whited out as every muscle locked, suspended in that exquisite moment between agony and ecstasy.
Then the first wave hit, a violent contraction that wrenched a scream from my throat. My body convulsed around his fingers, clamping down with each pulsing wave, wetness gushing overhis hand as he growled against me, drinking everything I gave him.
