Page 33 of Boyfriend From Hell
His lips were gentle against mine, each movement of them felt deliberate and downright hypnotizing. The way his tongue slipped along my bottom lip was enough to make me give in.
I leaned into the kiss, the way his mouth tasted like smoke was addicting. His hands slid up my knees to my thighs, gathering my dress in slow, deliberate bunches until they rested firmly on my hips. Through the invisible tether between us, I could feel his yearning, emotions screaming across the bridge that was forming between our hearts. The pain in me dulled, as a reassuring feeling of protection––his protection––took its place. He kissed his way down the side of my cheek and traced my jawline with the tip of his tongue, setting my skin on fire. Each kiss took away more and more of my pain.
His lips found my neck and I couldn’t help but moan, it had been so long since someone has kissed me, let alone been intimate with me in any way. His thumbs hooked under the bundled-up hem of my dress and caressed the tops of my thighs. I tensed, anticipation and the need for more building within me.
“You can tell me to stop.” The words hung in the air as he placed a delicate kiss on my throat. “At any point, and I will stop.”
Not wantingthatto happen, and feeling the break in woes that I had been longing for, I spread my legs slightly, in the hope that it would be enough reassurance that I wanted this.
He breathed against the column of my throat. “Such a good girl.”
I tilted my head back, hoping he would continue those delicious kisses. He took the invitation and swept his tongue up the center of my throat. It was unexpected, and hotter than anything I’d ever experienced. I tilted my hips forward, desperate for friction once more.
“Needy little thing, you are,” he purred. “How wet is that cunt of yours?”
It was like flipping a switch with him. One minute he was pissy and yelling, the next he was cooing sweet, filthy nothings at me, and now he’s asking about my wet cunt? The word—so vulgar—fell from his lips like poetry. The only thing I could think of was my need to be touched.
“Oh, my sweet nightmare, I’m going to do more than that. I’m going to savor you, every last drop of you. You will scream my name from these infernal pits; all will know you belong to me.”
God, I could come from just his words alone at this point. I need him to touch me, but I know I’m not bold enough to make the first move. It’s been so long, I feel like I barely know what to do anymore. Felix and I barely ever—the name felt weird in my mind. Almost foreign, my train of thought splintered and suddenly I was left confused about what I’d just been thinking about.
My brows pulled together.
“Stay with me sweet one.” Raios slid his thumbs up and brushed along my inner thighs, his mouth working its way deliciously down my chest to the top of my breasts.
“Listen to my voice,” he said in my mind, his tone low and sultry—it quickly smothered any fragments of confusion that lingered.
“You’re worthy of worship,” he muttered against the tops of my breasts, pushing his lips against the low-cut neckline.
I knew I was panting wildly, but I couldn’t care enough to be self-conscious about my breath. If he didn’t touch me, I might lose all sanity. I knew he could hear my thoughts; I could feel his presence in the corner of my mind.
“I need you to say it,” he groaned, as he slid his thumb up my thighs, closer and closer to my center.
“I don’t know what—” I managed to utter between breaths.
“Say that you are mine.” He bit down on the top of my breast so hard it caused me to squeal. His thumb brushed against my throbbing center, causing my breath to hitch.
“I—” I groaned, spreading my legs further for him. “Please.”I begged.
“Say it, little nightmare.”
He slid his thumb over my clit so lightly it made my head spin. I bucked my hips against the sensation, needing more pressure.
He grinned against my skin before dipping his finger around the edge of my underwear and sliding it softly along my clit. “I’m yours,” I breathed.
The words felt foreign on my tongue, like a betrayal. An image of a man flashed in my mind; his body tangled with a blond. My heart stuttered an aching beat.
“Keep saying it, don’t stop.”
His thumb slid down to my slit, swiping up and down slowly. I could feel how wet I was for him.
“Sweet one?” he prompted.
“I’m yours,” I breathed again and he slipped his thumb inside me.
He pulled away from me slightly, removing his hands from my body, leaving me feeling cold. I looked to him, worried this would be cut short again. I watched as he raised his thumb to his lips, the skin shined with my arousal as he ran his tongue over it.
Heat flushed my cheeks as his eyes locked with mine, darkening with a need that mirrored my own. “Again,” he commanded.
