My free hand glides down her torso, bunching up her shirt and slipping beneath the hem before moving back up, caressing her soft skin while I grip her hip and start to move her back and forth over me. She moans again, and I suck it down like water, savoring the unrestrained noises she makes as she grinds her pussy along the length of my dick.
I break my lips away, my hold moving from her cheek until it skates back into the curls of her hair, pulling until she bows backward, her neck exposed.
She inhales sharply, and my fingers flex in her hair, tilting her head to the side and leaning in to drag my lips across her throat. “Fuck, you’re driving me wild.” She’s moving on her own now, rotating her hips in a slow and steady rhythm, and I push my hips into hers, letting her feel every inch of my cock as it strains against my zipper. “Do you feel what you do to me?”
Her mouth parts, and she leans more of her body weight into my hand.
“Answer me,” I demand, my grip on her hip tightening.
“Yes,” she breathes.
“You make me so fucking hard.”
My tongue slips out at the juncture between her neck and her collarbone, and I groan at the taste of her.
“You like that, don’t you? Knowing you drive me to the point of madness,” I continue, moving the hand that’s on her hip until it skims the top of her sweats, dipping my fingers beneath the fabric. “I can’t work. I can’t eat. I can’t think ofanythingexcept spreading you wide open and slipping between your perfect thighs so I can fill you up.”
Precum leaks from my cock at the image I’m painting, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep it together. To not tear her clothes off and throw her on the floor, sinking inside her until she screams.
“You should tell me to stop,” I rasp, my fingers dipping farther beneath the fabric of her pants.
“Stop,” she whispers back. But her hands grip my hair tighter, twisting the strands until it stings.
I move my face up and my hand from out of her hair until I’m once again cupping her jaw. “If Idon’tstop, will you still hate me in the morning?”
Her movements halt completely, and she pulls back until we’re locked in a heavy gaze. My cock pulses against her, so fucking close to coming just from her rubbing her sweet little cunt on my lap, and my hands—one on her face and one halfway down her pants— twitch with the urge to make her finish the job.
Her gaze shutters and she licks her bottom lip. “Probably.”
I nod, resting my forehead against hers for one second.
Two.
Three.
And then I grit my teeth and pull away, dropping her and rushing out of the room.
I go straight to Isabella’s enclosure, checking to make sure she’s okay. Yasmin’s presence has kept me from attending to her as much, and I want to make sure she isn’t lonely. I don’t see her in the enclosure, so she must be asleep or hiding, so I head to my room instead and then farther back into the en suite, throwing the shower on cold and jumping beneath the harsh spray, hoping the water will temper the fire that’s blazing through my body, begging me to go back and claim what’s mine.
It’smyring she’s wearing.
It’smylast name she has.
I close my fist and smash it into the tile, the pain grounding me enough to remind myself of what I really want.
And it’s not her.
No matter how much it feels like it is.
Chapter23
Yasmin
My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth.
That’s the first thing I notice.
Then, slowly, the thick, aching throb of my head starts to wake me up. Pulsing, beating, heavy stabs of pain that make me feel like someone hit me with a giant boulder, then ran me over with a tractor tire for good measure.
