Page 199 of The Night Shift
“Hold still,” he murmurs, before dropping to his knees.
Holy fuck.
I feel the silk slide over my skin, hearing the whisper of his tie as he loops it once. Then his mouth is on me. He uses his teeth to tug the knot tight, his jaw flexing as he cinches it down, firm and final. I think I might come from this alone. This man is insane. Who taught him all this? How many times has he broken his hand and tied knots with histeeth? What else can he do with his teeth?
A sharp bite lands on the curve of my ass.
I yelp. “Theo!”
He stands and nestles his chin into the crook of my neck. “Saying my name won’t make me stop. My name isn’t a safe word.” He presses a soft kiss against my skin. “Do you want me to stop, my love?”
I shake my head so fast it’s almost embarrassing.
“Good girl.” His fingers drift upwards, stopping at the waistband of my panties. “Now keep your eyes on the mirror and tell me you’re mine.”
“I amnotyours.”
“Yes, you are.” His finger slips beneath the lace just a fraction of an inch. “And you will say it eventually. Whether it’s now, or when you’re shaking and soaked, babbling my name into my palm when I’m buried deep inside you. Wanna know why?” He goes lower. “Because I give the orders here. Youaremine. Down to every sweet, pathetic sound you make when I touch you right here.” He presses down on my clit.
I jerk in place. My breath catches hard.
“And I am yours,” he says with his mouth at the shell of my ear. “Is that understood?”
My knees threaten to fold. I nod.
“Who do I belong to, Holly?”
My nipples are tightening against my dress. “M-me.”
He groans and continues his path lower, his fingers trailing along my arousal, and presses two fingers into me.
“Oh, God,” I gasp, arching my back as he twists his wrist and strokes his fingertips against my G-spot. “More, please. Jesus Christ!”
“Quiet,” he orders. “I’m not in the mood for the entire floor to hear how needy you are just yet.”
He doesn’t speed up. If anything, his pace slows. I try to grind back into his hand, desperate for more, but he pulls me tight against him, fingers still inside me. His palm presses down on my clit and his forearm locks across my lower stomach, pinning me in place.
“Look in the mirror.”
I follow his gaze to find our reflections in the mirror.
I look positively wrecked and entirely at his mercy.
Theo’s hand is right between my thighs, his fingers pumping in and out of me at a slow, torturous pace. His chin rests against my shoulder, his eyes locked on mine in the glass. Unblinking and possessive.
“You like what you see?” Theo starts circling my clit with his thumb and I almost combust on the spot.
Need pulses through me like a living thing. “Fuck you.”
“Keep that up and we’ll be here all night.” He yanks my panties to a side so that I have a clearer view of what his fingers are doing to me. “You like this? You like watching my fingers move inside you?”
My head drops back against his shoulder, a breathy moan slipping from my lips as my eyes flutter shut.
“Uh-uh,” he whispers, his mouth hot at my ear. “Open those pretty eyes, Holly. Look in the mirror. See what I’m doing to you.”
“I —” I pant, “I can’t —”I need more. More.
He pushes another finger inside me. “You can and youwill. Open your eyes, love. Look at what a gorgeous mess you are for me.”
