Hot breaths tickle my ear as he whispers, “Are you telling me that if I touch you right now, you won’t be dripping wet?”
“L-Levi…” It was supposed to be a protest, but I’m too drugged on his dirty words.
Not to mention that the double onslaught on my breast and ear is making me too hazy to think.
“Tell me, princess, if I push through your folds, are you going to soak me?”
I don’t get to reply.
With his grip on my hair, he pushes me back and yanks my skirt to my mid-section, exposing my pale thighs and the black boy shorts.
The spark of lust in his eyes mixes with that strange blackness.
“Levi, you—”
My words die out when he cups me over my boy shorts. I bite my lower lip against the moan. It’s like all my nerves have gathered underneath his hand.
“You are wet.” His wolfish grin make me draw a stuttering breath.
“How do I make you wet, princess?”
His fingers inch to the band of my underwear. “Is it how I touch you here?” He slips a finger over the cloth, rubbing up and down. “Do you want me to stick it in you? Are you going to swallow me in like a good little princess?”
Although his touch and dirty words are maddening, it’s the look in his eyes that make me want to free fall to sin.
He looks at me as if I’m the most appetising thing he’s ever seen. He’s starving and his unapologetic, raw hunger is rubbing off on me.
“You’ll come for me won’t you?” he growls. “You’ll scream so loud, you’ll bring the whole fucking house down, huh? Everyone will know you’re being fucked real good, won’t they?”
Oh for the love of Vikings, why does every word he says turn me on even more?
“But first, you want me to see you, don’t you? You want me to see that pussy that will soon belong to me. I bet it’s all swollen and pink and ready for me, isn’t it?”
I swallow, unable to breathe right. Because maybe I do. Maybe I’m crazy and I want him to see me.
All of me.
Angling my legs up, he brings my boy shorts down without breaking eye contact.
Those enthralling, pale eyes.
Those blue, blue eyes.
The intimacy of the moment undoes me.
Then his gaze strays to what he uncovered. I lick my dry lips at the feral, wild look on his face.
But I don’t get to watch him watch me for long. I don’t get to pause the moment and tuck it for safekeeping.
Because he’s between my legs.
“What are you —”
All thoughts disappear when he runs his tongue from the bottom right to the top of my clit.
I open my mouth to say something, but it remains in a wide ‘O’. He repeats the onslaught again, not giving me time to breathe. I grip the table’s edge as my head falls against the table’s wood.
He sucks and pulls at my folds with his teeth, his stubble scratching at my inner thighs. The sensation is enough to bring me to the edge.