Dax catches my gaze, “You like what you see, little dove?”
“Don’t call me that.” I snap at him while turning my face away from the wine bottle. He waves his hand once again over my body and my irritation is sharply replaced with pleasure. My body shakes as the magic ripples within. Dax shuts his hand, ending the pleasure right when I was about to come.
I don’t know what kind of voodoo shit he is doing, but dammit I need more.
“Don’t toy with me, Dax!”
“Someone is awfully greedy.” His grin sharpens.
He takes another sip from the glass and then he is on top of me. He leans in, closing the distance between us and gently presses his lips to mine. A warm thrill surges through my body in response to the tenderness of his soft, inviting mouth. My lips part automatically, as if drawn to the warmth of the red wine, igniting a spark that dances between us.
Dax spits the wine into my mouth. Surprised by this, some of the wine spills down my neck, and I almost choke as I swallow.
Dax’s lips are on mine again. My body ignites with passion as our tongues eagerly glide with one another. He tastes like hints of black cherry, vanilla, and blackberry with some spice from the Cabernet.
I need this man.
Dax pulls away and beams as I practically pant for more.
He runs the wine bottle down my stomach and starts circling my clit with it while the breeze of his gentle breath teases the skin of my neck.
My eyes go wide with the realization on what he is about to do but his lips on my neck distract me, and I lose all self-control.
He uses the moisture of my spit and the wetness of my arousal to circle the top of the bottle near my entrance.
Why was a damn wine bottle turning me on so much?
“So wet... so needy... Just for me, little dove?” He nips my neck hard, leaving a mark, I’m sure.
My head rolls back, and I pull on the handcuffs.
“Please,” I beg.
“You look so beautiful right now. Helpless and bound in Adonis’ bed... Tell me, Dani. Did you enjoy watching me suck Killian’s cock while you lay there?”
The tip of the bottle eases slowly into me, and I moan.
“Fuck. Yes, yes, I did.”
Dax pushes the bottle as far as it will go, careful not to spill any of the wine, and starts to twirl it around slowly.
“Does that feel good, Dani?” His breath is hot on my ear and his steel hard cock presses into my upper thigh.
“I… I…” he pushes the bottle in and out of me, “Ah!” I cry out.
He traces his tongue along my jaw and lightly nips my bottom lip.I whimper, “Yes. I need more.”
“So do I,” he says wickedly and then goes down between my legs.
“Let’s see how you taste now.” I can feel the warmth of the wine inside of me as he tips the bottle more. He quickly replaces the bottle with his mouth.
I cry out.
He slurps the wine from my pussy, drinking from me like I’m the last drop of wine in a cherished glass. I pull on the cuffs as his tongue works me.
Just as I’m about to get close to my release, he pulls himself away.
Licking his lips clean he says, “Fucking delectable.”
