Page 93 of Illicit Education

His left hand flew up to grip the base of my neck.

And then the fingers of his other hand settled at my entrance but didn’t move.

My body trembled with desire.

His grip on my neck tightened. “I’m so fucking in,what?”

I licked my lips, holding his gaze. “Master.” I swallowed hard at the way his dark eyes flashed with hunger at that one word. “I’m so fucking in,Master.”

His fingers plunged inside me and I gasped, but he quickly captured the sound by closing his mouth over mine, and then he kissed me hard, his tongue lashing mine as his fingers pumped and curled inside of me. His thumb flicked back and forth over my clit, pulling me to the edge with a quickness and precision that had me moaning and panting, barely able to breathe.

Or think.

Or do anything but give him access to take what he wanted.

And he wasrelentless, tongue fucking my mouth as his fingers pumped in and out of me, and within moments my thighs shook, clenching and unclenching as my body bowed forward, then arched.

He broke the kiss, bringing his lips to my ear. “That’s it, give it to me,” he murmured against the shell of my ear. “It’s mine, Rylan…you'remine.”

I cried out as the first wave came over me, but his hand slid over my mouth.

Our eyes locked as endless waves of ecstasy rocked through me.

He was right. I was his.

Chapter Thirty-One

Rylan

Neither of us moved for a few minutes while I caught my breath, my head resting on his shoulder. My body hummed with the remnants of my orgasm, my soul somehow floating above me while my body remained tethered to this beautiful, confusing man.

“That can’t happen again.”

I whipped my head up to look at him, searching his dark eyes.

“It’s inappropriate.”

I laughed, then quickly covered my mouth.

He’d said that with his fingers still inside of me.

As if following my thoughts, he slid them out and I gasped at the friction, both hands flying down to grip the desk.

Okay then. Noted. I was still sensitized as fuck in my nethers.

His eyes darkened as he held my gaze, then he tucked my underwear back into place and the brush of his fingers made my body rock forward.

My knuckles were white from my grip on his desk.

“Stop. Touching. Me.” I growled the words, even though the request was the opposite of what I wanted.

The Smirker returned as he pulled his pocket square from his breast pocket and cleaned his fingers. “So sensitive.”

I clenched my teeth, closing my eyes as I tried to ignore the renewed desire burning hot between my legs.

“Tell me about the manuscript.”

My eyes flew open. His voice was behind me now, so I slid off the desk, pulled my skirt down, then turned around to face him.