She pushed his hand away and took him in her mouth. The desperation etched in the way his hand shook as he caressed her cheek, and the unforgiving stance was a familiar one. His dick hardened in her mouth, filling the space, and the power of being the one who brought him to the state of arousal empowered her.
She could do that to him. He needed her. She felt he had no idea how much—behind his tight control, his temper, his dominance—she loved being able to give him comfort. She suspected not many people had ever seen him the way he was right now, holding himself back for her. The change in him excited her as much as when he held her captive.
"Suck me hard," he said.
She drew him farther into her mouth, until her cheeks hurt, and he filled her completely. Unable to move because Serge directed the movement of her head, she used her tongue, her lips, and her throat to bring him satisfaction. In a way her brain couldn't process, she wanted to open herself until nothing remained between them.
Every secret told.
Every desire freed from shame.
Every barrier tore down.
Serge went to the balls of his feet and arched his hips forward. His hold, painful and constant, pulled at her head, and she greedily accepted every bit of his attention as if she'd starved her whole life and he was finally feeding her. Saliva coated her lips, and she breathed through her nose, taking more of his hardness.
"That's it," he said, groaning his release.
Seated deep in her throat, his come filled her mouth, and she gulped to keep from spilling a drop. She panted, heightened to an intoxicating level.
Serge pulled out of her and tucked his cock into his jeans, then picked her up. He sat on the bed, and she wrapped herself around him. Face to face, entwined, she gazed into his eyes.
The tension around his brows and mouth was gone. He smoothed the hair away from her face and seemed lost in thought. She framed his face in her hands. Her whole life, she'd kept herself closed off from getting hurt, not trusting anyone with her heart.
And now her heart trusted Serge.
She leaned forward and put her lips to his ear. "No one has touched me for the simple reason of giving me pleasure. When you focus all your attention on me, it's the best feeling in the world. Every sore muscle, mark, kiss you put on my body reminds me long after we've had sex that you enjoy me. I'm no longer invisible. I belong to you. And, whether you feel that way toward me or not, it doesn't matter because for that minute, that hour, that day, you're the first and only person who has ever made me feel loved."
His throat spasmed against her hand. "How do you feel when you're not by my side?"
"I'm scared to death and want to run away because I know in the end, when you tire of me, when you realize I'm not good enough for you, I won't survive being without you."
Chapter Twenty
Aubrey stood beforeSerge with her hands on her hips, her breasts incredibly high, and madder than he'd ever seen her. He leaned back in his office chair and put his feet up on the desk. He'd ignored her for five minutes when she'd barged into his office building and shut the door behind her.
He expected her to come. He also expected her anger.
