A groan tears from my throat as his filthy words paint vivid pictures in my mind, making me want to press my thighs together. I’d forced myself to forget that night, but he’s deliberately reminding me of every depraved thing we’d done together. Ethan was experienced and when he had me at his mercy, he taught me things I didn’t know were possible. There had been nothing sweet about that night. He had been rough and out of control, and I had enjoyed it more than I realized. He was a dominant lover, and my purpose was to please him. And when I did, he rewarded me.
My eyes snap open as a sliver of sanity returns.
This is such a terrible idea. I shouldn’t?—
But his mouth latches onto my breast, sucking the painfully tight peak between his lips, and coherent thought evaporates as my fingers tangle in his thick hair. When he scrapes his teeth along the sensitive flesh, I cry out before immediately clamping a hand over my mouth. However, he pulls my hand away, his voice a throaty growl as he looks up at me, detaching his mouth from my breast. “I want to hear you. I want to hear you scream my name. I want to hear howunaffectedyou are by my touch.”
He pulls my hand away, his voice a throaty growl as he looks up at me. “I want to hear every sound you make. I want to hear you scream my name. I want to hear just how unaffected you claim to be.”
The mocking edge to his words is laced with barely controlled anger.
His other hand continues its torturous circles against my clit, sending lightning bolts of sensation through my trembling body. He’s drawing me closer and closer to the edge, and I can feel myself unraveling under his skilled touch. My body writhes against him, completely beyond my control.
Ethan straightens to his full height, watching my face intently as his free hand grips my jaw. With deliberate slowness, he moves his finger from my clit to my entrance, sliding one long digit deep inside without warning.
My eyes flutter closed as he begins moving it in maddening circles.
“Can you feel how wet you are for me, Natalie?” His voice is pure temptation whispered against my ear. “I’ve not done anything yet, and you’re dripping into my hand. How about a taste?”
My eyes fly open as he pulls out the finger and brings it up to his lips. I watch him lick the finger before holding it out for me. My mouth parts, and he makes me taste my own juices.
“Good girl,” he growls in satisfaction when I begin sucking on the finger.
My pussy clenches at the praise.
Suddenly I want something else entirely in my mouth. My gaze drops to his pants, and for a moment time seems to collapse. I’m back in that hotel room, drowning in the same helpless desire, a wanton helplessness, the need to please him, to let myself go under his control.
I want to drop to my knees right here. I want to worship him the way he taught me.
A husky chuckle reaches me, and when I look at him, Ethan’s eyes are darkly amused. “You’re so easy to read. So fucking easy.”
He yanks out his finger and kisses me with bruising force.
“Not this time.” Before I can protest, he sweeps me up in his arms and carries me toward the bedroom. I’m deposited ontothe mattress without ceremony, and then he’s tugging off my jeans with efficient movements. My underwear follows immediately after.
He remains fully clothed as he grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed. My legs end up draped over his broad shoulders, and then I feel the heat of his breath against my pussy.
“Ethan!” I cry out in shock when his tongue penetrates me without warning. As he begins thrusting in and out with relentless precision, my fingers claw desperately at the silk sheets. “What are you?—”
The words die in my throat as my back arches when he moves his mouth to my clit and sucks on it hard.
I shatter.
Even as the waves crash over me, he slides two fingers into my slick heat, working them inside me and hitting spots that make me gasp and writhe. Nothing exists except this white-hot pleasure consuming every nerve ending.
He adds one more finger. The stretch burns, but in a good way. When he adds a fourth, it’s uncomfortable, but I don’t hate it. He’s got four fingers in me as he pushes me to another orgasm. My lips are parted, my eyes unfocused.
This is—I was so wrong. I should never have started this.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he murmurs. “How are you going to take my cock? How should I fuck you?”
How am I supposed to answer when he’s pounding me with nearly his entire hand? How am I supposed to think?
A sharp smack lands on my ass, making me jerk. “I asked you a question.”
“I don’t know,” I wail as another orgasm builds relentlessly.
He makes a disapproving sound. “Perhaps I can help you decide.”
