Page 80 of Theirs to Corrupt
Stunned, I glance down to see the top of his head as he arouses me.
The eroticism of the moment, the licking, tasting… Everything is too much.
Weak, I bend my knees, opening myself more, begging now without words.
“That’s it.”
His breath is hot, and his tongue is pure pleasure. Suddenly a swirling inferno engulfs me.
“Come for me.” He slides a second finger alongside the first.
That sensation, along with his mouth, are too much.
I tighten my grip on him. He’s made me forget everything but him and this moment, and I’m all but fucking his face.
An orgasm ricochets through me, igniting all of my nerve endings.
He helps me to ride it before he gently eases from inside me. Then he places a whisper of a kiss on my lower belly.
Even that is enough to ripple aftershocks through my system.
“Pick up your foot.”
Since I’m reeling from what we shared, it takes a moment for his words to filter through my haze.
When he taps my ankle, his instruction finally takes hold. He moves my foot onto his thigh.
I obey, and he slips the garter up my leg and settles it on my thigh. Then he nips the sensitive skin above it, making me yelp.
“Link!”
Apparently satisfied, he flips my dress back into place. Then I lower my foot.
He stands but thankfully keeps his hands on my waist until I stop swaying.
“Your panties are damp. You have two choices. Leave them that way or take them off and give them to me.”
Speechless, I gape.
“Or I’ll make the choice for you.”
“I’ll keep them on,” I say quickly.
“That’s unfortunate.” My wicked husband-to-be grins.
His eyes intent with purpose, he leans in close, then closer, and he pulls me against him.
His kiss is demanding. He tastes of determination and my climax.
I’ve never experienced anything like this. It’s hot. Erotic. Dirty.
He ruins my lipstick and leaves the room spinning.
“In case you still had any doubts that you belong to me,” he murmurs.
Then he’s gone, leaving me breathless and tingling all over.
With my hand shaking, I touch up my lipstick as best I can.