Page 90 of Lord of Ruin
“You’re a very needy man,” I purred and eased the back of my head against his shoulder as he started to finger me. He was gentle in his actions, at least for now, but I could tell by his labored breathing that whatever business he’d handled during the long day had irritated him. I could read the man easily, knew his moods much better now that we’d spent quality time together.
I was his drug as much as he’d become mine, our longing to be together bordering on obsessive. He was the most possessive man I’d ever met, almost getting into a fight the night before when we’d taken a walk, a young guy making the horrific mistake of flirting with me in an egregious fashion. I’d never heard Stavros raise his voice to such a degree. Nor had I seen such fear in another man’s eyes before.
He rubbed his fingers up and down my slickened folds as he continued nibbling on my ear. When he swirled his thumb around my clit, I issued a scattered moan that was loud enough I was fearful those on the street could hear my exclamation of ecstasy.
“You’re wet,” he growled.
“Uh-huh.” I bucked against his hand, my legs trembling as the tingles became euphoric.
“And hungry.”
“Mmm…”
He shifted his hips back and forth, the move making me purr all over again. When he thrust all four of his fingers into my throbbing pussy, I almost climaxed on the spot. He was ambidextrous, continuing to roll his thumb around in lazy circles over my swollen little nub while fingerfucking me.
“I could do this all night long,” he whispered, laughing softly after doing so.
“I need more.”
“You do, huh? Have you been a very good girl today?”
“Always.”
He continued plunging his fingers deep inside, flexing them open. But it was the way his thumb worked my clit that caused a series of hot lava vibrations and a jolt of current seconds before I had a clitoral orgasm, my entire body spasming. It was so unexpected I let out a slight shriek, trying to bite my lower lip to keep from doing it a second time.
“Oh, God. Oh…”
“You’re beautiful when you climax for me. Only for me.”
I almost dropped my glass, managing to tip it over just enough several drops of wine sloshed over the rim, cascading to my bare foot.
Every sound he made continued to fuel the fire and when I stopped squirming, the beautiful climax fading, he backed away far too quickly. I was forced to grip the railing to keep from falling, gasping for air as if I was being suffocated.
“Come with me,” he commanded.
I turned around just in time to see him driving his fingers into his mouth, sucking off the slickness of my juice. In the full moon, I was able to see the way he rolled his eyes back into his head. His reactions always brought a smile to my face.
Even though he disappeared into the shadows of our bedroom, I was still able to tell he’d placed the wine on the nightstand and was slowly removing his shirt.
I’d gotten extremely good at teasing him, and I did so again, taking my time entering the room. When I did, I realized he’d slipped away, doing his own version of tormenting me. He did so love the cat and mouse game we played.
Only a split second later he grabbed my wrist, whipping me around as he lifted me off the floor high into the air. He spun me around, laughing as I’d never heard him do before. He seemed so happy, so content but my mind was spinning in wonder of when the other shoe would drop.
However, I did what I could to shove it aside as he tore at my dress to get it off, the sound of ripping seams making us both burst into laughter. When he tossed me onto the bed on my back, I did my best to scramble away for fun.
“Oh, no, you don’t. You’re not going anywhere.” He grabbed my ankle, yanking me all the way to the other side while I kicked him playfully in the gut. He feigned injury, stumbling backwards for a few seconds before advancing again like a lion.
When he wrapped his little finger around the elastic of my panties, the shimmering glow of moonlight told me exactly what he was going to do.
“Don’t you dare. You already owe me four pair of panties,” I told him, trying to be a gruff girl.
“Well, I guess I’ll need to make it five.” Without the slightest hesitation, he twisted his wrist, using the same little finger to snap off my thong. He held it up into the air, howling like a beast before crushing the lace against his face. His primal actions had a way of making me swoon more than ever. He inhaled deeply, holding the breath for several seconds before blowing it out.
“Peach perfection,” he murmured.
Before I could make a move, he tossed it behind us, the strength of his upper arm allowing him to throw it over the edge of the balcony. I broke down in a fit of giggles as he dropped to his knees on the side of the bed, immediately rolling the rough pads of his fingers up my calves, lifting my legs at the same time.
Stavros spread me wide open, licking his chops before pressing my knees all the way against the soft sheets. As he blew across my aching pussy, I threw one arm over my head, reaching for him with the other. I was able to tangle my fingers in his soft curls while he licked one inner thigh then the other.