Page 17 of With This Mask
"Your wish is my command," he murmurs.
I gasp as he pushes my panties aside and slips a finger inside me, the sensation both foreign and intensely pleasurable.
“Your so fucking wet and so damn tight,” he says, his words a purr.
“More,” I breathe out, not allowing my brain to stop my words from saying what I really want.
He arches a brow slightly and grins. He watches me closely, his eyes never leaving my face as he works another finger in, stretching me gently. The friction sends tingles up my spine, and I can't stop the moan that escapes my lips.
"Fuck, Salem," Alec breathes, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on me. "You have no idea how much I've fantasized about this. To see you like this... Damn, it's intoxicating."
“Really?” I can’t help but ask, because holy fuck! Alec Vanderhold has fantasized about finger fucking me? But my entire world returns between my lets as he grins and nods, and picks up the pace as he slides his fingers in and out of me.
His words send a thrill through me, making me feel powerful and vulnerable all at once. I grip the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white as he continues to work his magic. And it gets ten times better when his thumb presses directly on my clit and he begins making small circles, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
As our eyes meet, two enemies united by mutual desire, I know that we've crossed a line that can never be uncrossed – and I'm not sure I want to go back.
My breath hitches as Alec's skilled fingers change up their rhythm, bringing me closer to the edge. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can't help but cling to him, my nails digging into his broad shoulders.
"You’re so damn close,” he breathes, his voice low and almost teasing.
I don’t answer. But a needy noise escapes my lips and I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment at my own vulnerability.
"Good girl," he murmurs, the praise sending a shiver down my spine. "Now let go."
With that final command, my body detonates.
It rips from my toes to my scalp, racing through my entire body with the force of a lightning bolt. A cry escapes my lips as my head tips back, and I should be worried about people overhearing, but I’m so fucking gone I don’t even notice my volume.
My entire body trembles as I reach my climax, waves of ecstasy washing over me. Alec doesn't stop his ministrations, prolonging my pleasure until I'm gasping for air and trembling with aftershocks. I feel delirious. I feel blind. I feel like the human embodiment of bliss.
“Fuck, Salem,” Alec says as I collapse into him. “You did such a good job.”
He slowly removes his fingers from inside me, causing a wave of disappointment to wash over me.
I press my face into Alec's neck, both surprised and ashamed that I allowed myself to give in to him so completely.
But holy fuck. A man just made me come. And it hardly looked like any effort from him. Who knew Alec Vanderholt had magic fingers?
But I know what that means now.
We made a deal.
If Alec could make me come, I’d agree to his insane proposal.
"Come to my apartment tomorrow night," he instructs, his tone casual but firm. "We'll continue this then."
"Okay," I agree quietly, still reeling, still a little out of my mind from the intensity of what just transpired between us.
Alec releases me from his grasp, and I reluctantly slide off the table, my skirt sliding back down into place, my legs shaky beneath me. With a smug grin, he leans in, and presses the softest of kisses to my lips.
“Somehow I knew you’d be fucking perfect.”
Utterly speechless, I just stand there.
All casual cool and calm, he turns. He retrieves his shirt from the floor and pulls it back on. He unblocks the door with an air of nonchalance and strides out of the room, leaving me hot and bothered in his wake.
As I gather my things, trying to regain some semblance of composure, I can't help but wonder what the fuck I've gotten myself into. My rational mind knows this is a terrible idea – getting involved with someone like Alec Vanderholt, someone who infuriates me and challenges me at every turn. Yet, there's a part of me that craves the raw, unfiltered connection we just shared, and I can't deny that it's awakened something within me – something that I'm both excited and terrified to explore.