“There now, that was easy.” His rich voice was hushed.
I clenched my thighs together, propping myself up on my elbows. “I’m a virgin,” I whispered.
He kissed my ankle and I shivered. “I know.”
“Why is that?” I frowned.
“You don’t seem like the type to defy your parents,” he said, his mouth jerking up at the corner. “And judging by how much your dowry was, they were confident you hadn’t lost your virginity.”
“How much did you get for me?” I whispered.
He nipped under the arch of my foot. “Why does it matter?”
“I want to know.”
I was distracted enough that I didn’t notice that he’d pushed my legs apart and now his burning gaze was fixed to my core. His mouth parted and he swallowed. Mouth dry, I sat frozen in place. Then he pushed my slip back, baring me completely to his gaze.
“I—”
“Hush, Lia.”
Heart pounding, I lay still as he soaked in the sight of me, his lids heavy. His hand came up and I jerked as the rough tip of his finger skimmed over my clit. He cupped the back of my knee and pulled my legs open further. Then his touch trailed down over my opening. Fireworks burst in the back of my brain.
He spat into his fingers to wet them and gently spread me open. There was a strained expression on his face, as if he were holding back a tsunami. His fingers stroked over my entrance, tracing the delicate skin up until he found my clit. The sensation made my pussy ache and I squirmed, trying to ease the pressure.
“Do you need to come as much as I do?” he breathed. “I haven’t fucked in months and your pussy looks like heaven right now.”
My mouth was dry as I fixed my eyes on the chandelier. It glittered and swirled overhead. My blood pumped hard through my veins. Up until this moment, I’d not been afraid of having sex with him, but now that we were alone together, I was terrified. He wasn’t a bulky man, but he was still muscular and so much stronger than I. His presence was overwhelmingly male and I’d never felt so vulnerable before in my life.
The heat between my thighs twinged.
The corner of his mouth jerked up. “Your pussy pulsed, kitten.”
“I—I just was thinking about you,” I whispered.
“Oh, really?”
I swallowed as he shifted up further, his face just inches from my pussy. “I think I…I think I might be afraid of you.”
I’d expected him to soothe me, but instead he froze and his eyes darkened from amber to black like the sun disappearing below a dim horizon. His brows lowered and his smoldering gaze fell to my pussy. My stomach clenched as his face lowered to just over my sex and he inhaled deeply.
“Fuck.”
Hot, searing wetness contacted my pussy and my hips jerked, but his fingers dug into my hips. Holding me in an iron grip. My eyes flew open and I pushed myself up on my elbows. His head was buried between my thighs as he moaned softly, dragging his tongue over my sex like he’d never tasted anything as good. Licking up the wetness dripping from inside me and savoring it with soft groans of appreciation.
He lifted his head, his eyes dazed, and his lids lowered. “You taste like heaven and I’m so goddamn hard right now. I’m going to lick your sweet pussy until you come so hard for me, kitten.”
My stomach muscles clenched, constricting my breath. He bent his head and pulled my clit into his mouth, sucking gently as he worked it with his tongue. I writhed, pleasure surging through my hips in a hot swell. Something brushed my thigh and I felt his fingertip trace my entrance, spreading the wetness. He dipped the tip inside as if he were feeling for something as he worked my clit. My slick muscles pulsed around the tip of his finger and a little jolt of pain moved through my hips.
“Ouch,” I whispered into the dark.
He lifted his head. “You don’t have much room in your pretty, little pussy, kitten.”
I whimpered as he pushed his finger in a little further, flipping it so his palm was up. It felt big and intrusive as it worked into the tight space. He kept licking my clit in short, soft strokes until the movement of his finger sent a ripple of sharp pain through me.
I cried out, unable to hold it back.
“Shh, you’re alright,” he whispered, moving up my body. He kissed my mouth, tasting faintly of something tangy and sweet. “You’re just very tight, I can feel you grip me.”