Page 92 of Forbidden Empire
It felt wrong in all the right ways, wicked and off-limits.
The heavy pulse of his breath on my ass and the way his tongue and fingers played with me had me completely undone, like I was drunk on him.
“Aidon, Aidon!” I yelled, wanton, shoving my ass higher so he could get at me. He slammed into me, harder now, his fingers digging deep inside. Then he curled them, scraping over my G-spot while sucking my clit from behind.
My brain just went off like a firework, pressure building deep in my core, higher and higher until it exploded.
My body twisted, my ass started wiggling and grinding, my release hitting so fast and hard I couldn’t even breathe.
My arousal gushed down his hand, and he kept going, not hesitating, licking and feasting. He continued his delicious torment until he sent me over again, my pussy clenching and spasming, pushing me to the point I thought I might pass out.
Aidon growled against my quivering pussy, determined, relentless, as if he wouldn’t stop until I was beyond undone.
And even then, he would expect more. Another shudder vibrated through me, his hands all of a sudden rough on my hips, shifting me around to face him.
My eyelids fluttered open, only to lock with his.
The lust and starvation in his eyes had my heart skipping a beat. His need was undisguised, Dark and concentrated, all focused on me.
He dipped his head again, mouth catching my clit in a hard, punishing suck, then flicking, sucking, flicking, while his fingers dug into my hips, holding me where he wanted me.
“Aidon, fuck! I’m coming again!” I cried out, the words tore from my throat as I clutched his hair, pressing him closer to my pussy harder.
My vision blurred at the edges as another climax ripped through me, each pulse stronger than the last until there was only one breath between us.
My legs trembled uncontrollably, my body no longer my own.
When he released my hips and rose to his feet, his lips glistened in the bathroom light. The look in his eyes wasn't just satisfaction. It was a triumph.
And we both knew he was just getting started.
His mouth crashed down on mine, his kiss hard, insistent, desperate, as if he needed to swallow my breath to survive.
I shivered at the way his lips moved against mine, the heat of his hunger only fueling the fire twisting inside me. His fingers caught in my hair, tugging at the roots, tilting my head back so he could kiss me deeper, his tongue tangling with mine and setting off sparks.
I tasted myself on his lips, sweet and wild and dizzying.
I locked my arms around him, dragging him closer, matching his urgency with my own.
His thigh wedged between mine, nudging them open, and he stepped in, closing the space between us so that his cock, hard and pulsing, pressed right up against my pussy.
I gasped into his mouth, and the raw, frantic need between us surged, a torrent I couldn’t hope to contain.
He let go of my hair, hands drifting down, catching me beneath the thighs.
In one rough pull, he hoisted me up and set me down on the bathroom counter.
It was freezing, marble biting through my skin. His fingers dug into my hips, not soft, not gentle at all, holding me tight, like he owned the place.
He broke the kiss, breathing hard, his eyes even darker than before. Hungry. Always hungry.
“You’re mine, Esme,” he growled, and then his mouth crashed against mine, hard and hungry.
I twisted away, just a little, shaking my head, grinning up at him.
“You always say that,” I whispered.
I drank in the spark in his eyes, the heat of his hands clutching my hips, his cock nudging at my pussy, the delicious haze of everything he’d done to me already.
