But those fingers drove into my hair, hanging on tight to the point of pain, and I was grumbling the promise into the fabric of her dress, “Gonna touch you, baby. Gonna make you feel right.”
She whimpered, and I pulled back a fraction so I could take her in. So I could get a good look at this timid seductress sitting propped on the edge of her bed.
Her breath all around, her heart beating out of control, her chest writhing in desperate heaves.
I glided my hand down her trembling belly, around the curve of her hip, all the way until I was back to holding her by both knees. Dipping down, I pressed my nose to the inside of her left thigh.
Slowly, I dragged it up.
Inhaling as I went.
Sucking down that sweet, honeyed scent.
She shivered, and her hands tightened in my hair. “Trent.”
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
I had this precious girl in the palm of my hands. Ruinin’ her the way I did.
Couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.
And I swore to god, she would like it tonight.
The ruining.
The destroying.
She trembled as I slipped my palms under the material of her dress and glided it higher until she was all exposed, quivering, silky thighs.
Lush and curved.
A perfect fantasy.
Lust pounded through my bloodstream, seeing her this way. So damned sexy. So fuckin’ sweet. Everything I shouldn’t have. Shouldn’t want. What I was going to take because I didn’t know how to stop.
“You’re beautiful, Eden. Fuckin’ heaven,” I murmured against the flesh, nose riding the length of her inner thigh until I was pressing it to the lacy white fabric covering that sweet spot I was dying to get lost in.
“Little Temptress.”
I ran my nose through the seam, tongue stroking out.
Just the faintest taste of this girl and I was about to boil over.
Lose control.
Eden gasped. Gasped as her chest arched. A hiss from her teeth. “Trent…I-I…” Words scraped from her tongue, lost and desperate to find landing.
“Know what you need, Kitten. Tonight, I won’t even make you beg for it,” I grunted at the fabric, edging back enough that I could meet the weight of those eyes as I wound my fingers in the edges of her panties. I began to drag them down the length of the toned, smooth skin of those long, long legs.
My gaze ate up every inch of her as I went.
Those eyes and that face and her quivering, needy body.
Her desire.
Her need.
Didn’t forget the fact that this girl needed care, too. Truth of the fear that lingered in her gaze and shivered through her spirit.
I mean, fuck, the last man—only man—who’d touched her, long fucking gone and now a monster like me was in his place.
And I got the sense she’d never been touched quite like this. That I was going to mark her a little in the way she’d been marking me.
I unwound her underwear from her ankles, her dress bunched up around her thighs.
Every inch of this girl was pink and flushed.
I traced the color with my finger, riding up the top of her thigh, girl sucking in a sharp breath.
“So pretty,” I muttered.
Those eyes flared and flashed.
“So perfect.”
I kept pushing her dress higher.
“So right.”
“That’s what I feel when you look at me,” she admitted. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”
My eyes were hungry as I spread her knees wide so I could get a look at that perfect pussy.
She whimpered, her hands going out to fist in the comforter that covered her bed.
Possession wound through my being, seeing her like this, an angel with a devil at her feet.
Only for me.
My gaze devoured her, every inch, most of her covered in that modest dress while I had her exposed in the most explicit way. Weaving my wickedness on the pure. Tainting this perfection.
And when I did, I was going to be sure she never forgot about me.
“Paradise…haven’t even tasted your cunt, and I know that’s what it’s gonna be.”
Eden wheezed, her ass wiggling a bit on the bed because she was needy, too. Her slit drenched for me, and I was diving in, tongue delving deep between her lips.
Sweet.
So goddamn sweet.
She whimpered and jerked, jolted by the impact, the starstruck moan coming from her whipping me into a dream.
Gripping her by the outside of her thighs, I held her open wide, tongue roving, exploring her from clit to ass and back again.
Lapping and sucking.
And Eden was writhing.
In an instant.
In a heartbeat.
With a stroke of my tongue.
Losing her mind when I turned to focus on that swollen notch that was throbbing and engorged.
I flattened my tongue and licked her in long, hard strokes. My hands that had been on the outside of her thighs slipped around as the girl spread herself wide.
Needing more.
My name a chant of confusion and desperation. “Trent. Please. God. I can’t…I don’t.”
“Got you,” I grunted, tongue slaking out before I thrust my fingers in real fucking deep.