Book 1 - Page 37 (2/2)
”I'm going to take you from behind, Anastasia,” he murmurs, and with his other hand, he grasps my hair at the nape in a fist and pulls gently, holding me in place. I cannot move my head. I am pinioned beneath him, helpless.
”You are mine,” he whispers. ”Only mine. Don't forget it.” His voice is intoxicating, his words heady, seductive. I feel his growing erection against my thigh.
His long fingers reach round to gently ma.s.sage my c.l.i.toris, circling slowly. His breath is soft against my face as he slowly nips me along my jaw.
”You smell divine,” he nuzzles behind my ear. His hand rubs against me, round and round. Reflexively, my hips start to circle, mirroring his hand, as excruciating pleasure spikes through my blood like adrenaline.
”Keep still,” he orders, his voice soft but urgent, and slowly he inserts his thumb inside me, rotating it round and round, stroking the front wall of my v.a.g.i.n.a. The effect is mind-blowing - all my energy concentrating on this one small s.p.a.ce inside my body. I moan.
”You like this?” he asks softly, his teeth grazing my outer ear, and he starts to flex his thumb slowly, in, out, in, out... his fingers still circling.
I close my eyes, trying to keep my breathing under control, trying to absorb the disordered, chaotic sensations that his fingers are unleas.h.i.+ng on me, fire coursing through my body. I moan again.
”You're so wet, so quickly. So responsive. Oh, Anastasia, I like that. I like that a lot,”
he whispers.
I want to stiffen my legs, but I can't move. He's pinning me down, keeping up a constant, slow, tortuous rhythm. It's absolutely exquisite. I moan again, and he moves suddenly.
”Open your mouth,” he commands and thrusts his thumb in my mouth. My eyes fly open, blinking wildly.
”See how you taste,” he breathes against my ear. ”Suck me, baby.” His thumb presses on my tongue, and my mouth closes round him, sucking wildly. I taste the saltiness on his thumb and the faint metallic tang of blood . Holy f**k. This is wrong, but holy h.e.l.l is it erotic.
”I want to f**k your mouth, Anastasia, and I will soon,” his voice is hoa.r.s.e, raw, his breathing more disjointed.
f.u.c.k my mouth! I moan, and I bite down on him. He gasps, and he pulls my hair tighter, painfully, so I release him.
”Naughty, sweet girl,” he whispers, and then reaches over to the bedside table for a foil packet. ”Stay still, don't move,” he orders as he releases my hair.
He rips the foil while I'm breathing hard, my blood singing in my veins. The antic.i.p.ation is exhilarating. He leans down, his weight on me again, and he grabs my hair holding my head immobile. I cannot move. I'm enticingly ensnared by him, and he's poised and ready to take me once more.
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