If he’s searching for a hidden blade, he’s not doing a good job.
I release a ragged moan and he has me in his arms, holding me tight, sucking my breasts, licking my nipples, teasing me, taking me—and all worry, all stress, all fear evaporates into the air.
I’m here tonight with Maxim. There is no tomorrow.
There’s only right now.
He finds my lips with his and pushes me back until I stumble into the wall. He pins my hands above my head and kisses me deep. His palms move down my cheeks, my neck, my breasts, my hips, down to my legs and around to my ass. He squeezes before dropping to his knees, running his hands along my thighs. Checking me. Searching. He kisses my hipbone and bites my side as he stands again.
“You’re clean,” he says with a smirk. He holds my wrists with one massive palm and pins them above my head while the other hand slips down between my legs. I squirm as he teases my pussy, rolling along my damp panties.
“You’re very thorough,” I say, fighting back the moans. Pleasure overwhelms me and I feel like my skull might short-circuit and explode.
“I have to be to survive in a cold, hard world like this. But you’re not cold, are you, princess? You’re very warm.” He lets out a soft laugh. “For someone that never does this, you are soaking wet right now.”
“I can’t help it. Maybe I’ve been thinking about someone else?”
His eyes flash. Was that jealousy? But he only smirks and shakes his head. “No, princess. There’s nobody else for you. There’s only me.”
I bite my lip as he slips my panties aside and runs a finger along my wet slit. I gasp when he finds my clit and rolls a fingertip around it nice and slow. Pleasure rolls along my core and I tilt my head back, exposing my throat.
He kisses my neck and bites down. I gasp, shocked, but my wrists are bound and his fingers slide into my pussy, replacing the momentary pain with a burst of ecstasy. I moan as the pain and pleasure mix in a wild frenzy of endorphins.
He smirks and bites my shoulder, softer this time.
“You liked that,” he whispers. “Interesting. I wasn’t sure if you would.”
“I’ve never been bitten before.”
“Tonight is filled with firsts then.”
“What else are you going to do to me?”
His eyes blaze. God, I love that look. He stares at my body and it’s like he’s losing control, and it’s all because of me.
Because of my breasts and my lips and my words.
He kisses me harder and teases my pussy. First one finger, then two, fucking me in and out. I ride my hips on his palm and he pulls back to tease my clit.
I’m moaning into his mouth and mindless with glee when he drops to his knees, spreads my leg, and grabs my ass with both hands, shoving my pussy against his mouth. He licks me, sucking my clit before tonguing my entrance. He has to push my panties aside again as I wrap my fingers into his hair and pull hard. He grunts but seems to like it as my head tilts back and he licks me, sucks me, and does something incredible with his fingers.
“Oh, god, you shouldn’t,” I moan, blind with pleasure.
“Why not?” he asks, amusement in his tone. He smirks up at me and slides his fingers deep inside.
I shudder and groan. “I’m going to come and you haven’t fucked me yet.” I squeeze his hair, pulling.
He growls and his eyes blaze. He grabs my ass hard and slams me back against the wall. I gasp in surprise but he licks me, sucks me faster, and slides his fingers inside, and I’m lost, so lost, well beyond any rational thought as I come on his mouth in a blaze of utter intensity and pleasure.
I blink spots from my eyes as he laps me up and finishes me off. I lean against the wall, breathing hard. He stands and kisses me and slides a finger into my mouth.
I suck it, cleaning myself off. I breathe rapidly. This is so filthy, but it tastes kind of good, and the way he looks at me like he wants to peel me apart and destroy me is too seductive to say no.
He pulls back and unbuckles his belt.
I stare at him. I’m mindless with that orgasm and wrecked. My legs tremble and my breasts shake with each deep breath. My pale skin’s flushed red and I don’t know if I can handle more.
But he’s not stopping.
“I think I’m satisfied,” he says as he takes off his slacks. “Maybe I should stop.” But he’s not going to. I know he won’t not now, not after he got a taste.
The outline of his cock is thick and long. I blink down at his erection. “That suggests otherwise.”