She matches me stroke for stroke, our tongues battling it out for dominance. She’s not going to win.
I switch which hand is holding her hair and shove my fingers underneath the elastic waist of her shorts. We both groan as Ifind her heat. I’ve got two fingers inside of her before she pulls away from the kiss, panting.
“What are you talking about?” she asks.
“You’ve got Jude,” I say, slowing my pace and curling my fingers back and forth. “He gives you softness, protection.” I move my hand to her neck and collar her, squeezing just enough so she can feel the pressure. “River needs control. He’ll set the rules.”
I drop my eyes and watch as I pull my fingers out. They’re coated in her juices. I lift them to her lips. “Oz likes to watch, choreograph, but he’s gentle too.” I slide my fingers inside her mouth, staring at her till she swirls her tongue around them, licking them clean.
My cock is rock hard, pulsing against the zip of my jeans. I’m not sure whether this woman is angel or demon. A soft pop fills the air as my fingers slide out of her mouth.
“What willyougive me?” she asks, her voice husky.
My thoughts darken and I squeeze her neck harder as my hand drops, and I shove three fingers into her sweet pussy. “Pain,” I say.
She chokes on her moan, her eyes tightening from the burn of my fingers.
I pump all three in and out of her, the anger I feel pushing my touch to the edge of violence.
I place my thumb on the underside of her chin and force her head back. “Fear,” I breathe against her lips.
She blinks rapidly, her mouth stretching open.
“The thrill of not quite knowing if I’ll go too far.” I withdraw from her cunt and press one finger against her rosebud.
She goes still.
I hold her steady. “You’ve got darkness in you, Freya. Sweet and soft alone isn’t going to do it for you. You need more. You need m-”. I break off my words and pull away from her.
She sags against the door, and I stumble back another step. We stare at each other, both too rattled for words.
My chest heaves with each breath and I’m so turned on it hurts but I can’t do this. I can’t. Not with her. It’s one thing to find a release, but where I’d been going with my little speech didn’t feel like just sex.
I cannot have feelings for Freya.
She twists away from the door and buries her forehead against the wall. “Go,” she chokes out.
So I do.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Freya
I STAY WITH my forehead pressed to the wall until my breathing finally calms and my legs stop trembling.
I want Eli to storm back inside. To collar me, throw me down on the bed and take me hard and rough. I also never want to see him again.
My lips tingle. I can taste him on my tongue. Desire edged with anger. It’s intoxicating.
I drag myself away from the wall and drink from the glass on my bedside table.
The water’s cool but it does nothing to break the heat writhing through my body. I draw the curtains, get into bed and stare at the ceiling. I want to know who Eli thinks he’s betraying. I want to know why he hates me so much. I want to be able to stop thinking about him.
I close my eyes but it’s no good. Eli’s words, his touch, sparked a need deep inside me and I’m too far gone to show any restraint. I curse his name and let my hand drift down to my hips and underneath my shorts.
I’m still wet. My fingers find that small bundle of nerves, but no matter what I do I can’t seem to find release. It’s like my body got tempted by the devil himself and now it’s demanding nothing less.
I groan and curl up on my side.
