Mesmerized by Lauren Dane Page B

Andrei. She wanted him, and if she didn’t take some drastic action, he’d keep trying to make up reasons to be noble.
    His gaze snagged on her hands as they slid over her knees and down her thighs, toward her pussy.
    “I’m going to come. You can make it happen, or I will, but you can’t expect me to walk out of here without it.” She spread her pussy open to his gaze, delighted in the way his attention sharpened. Watched his control weaken. “What’s it going to be?” Her breath hitched as she tapped on her clit a few times with the pad of her middle finger.
    With a groan he was back, moving her hand out of the way, replacing it with his mouth.
    Her taste shocked him. Memories rushed back, memories of the way she’d been, juxtaposed with the Piper of today. Bold. Sexually aggressive. Hot and sweet. Creamy and juicy. Her fingers wove through his hair and tugged, holding him in place.
    He groaned again, his mouth open against her, his tongue flicking over her clit. Backing up, he pulled her with him, tugging her hips to bring her to the edge of the bed. On his knees there he could get to her better, brace himself as he pushed his face into her cunt, brushing his lips from side to side until her thighs began to tremble.
    She was everything he tasted, smelled, saw, felt. In that moment she was utterly his, and that exploded through him, shaking him, cracking his resolve to keep his distance. Each time he had to make a hard choice, he found himself doing it with her in mind. How could he let himself touch her? See her? How could he let himself kiss her? And here he was, mouth on her cunt, submerged in her as much as he could be.
    Knowing this was over the line. Knowing he should stop after he made her come. Knowing he should draw a halt to all this right then without another breath of her. But he wouldn’t.
    There were no excuses he could make to himself to allow for this with her. None. Nothing more than that he wanted it with a ferocity that caused him pain to resist. She was his greatest weakness and his greatest joy. He could not refuse her.
    Wouldn’t.
    His fingers dug deep into the muscles of her hips. Above him she writhed, keeping as quiet as she could because others slept nearby. Knowing she wanted to scream out instead shook Andrei, sharpened the sensuality of what they shared just then.
    And then his nails abraded her skin as he moved down to push her thighs open, exposing her totally to his gaze. So beautiful, he gentled, taking long licks through her, paying homage.
    Teasing, he slid his fingertip around her gate over and over, getting a little deeper each time. She couldn’t hold back her gasp when he added a second finger, curling his wrist to catch her sweet spot on each stroke.
    Her fingers against his skull, urging and cradling all at once, he allowed her to move him upward again where he flicked that sensitive spot just beneath her clit as he sucked it in between his lips.
    Her muscles tightened as her hips rocked. She whispered his name hoarsely as she came. And then he gave in and bit. Right on her thigh. High enough no one would have cause to see it unless she was naked.
    A cry escaped her as his teeth sank into her skin. He pushed her right to the limit where pleasure had flowed into pain, but she held on through that burn, and it bloomed into a bone-deep nearorgasmic sensation.
    She sighed through it, soaking it in as it flowed into her climax, extending it and leaving her a warm heap of satisfied woman.
    He laved over the bite and picked her up gently, settling them both in his bed, beneath the blankets. Relief flooded her that he was making no attempt to leave or start making excuses for leaving or not doing this a few thousand times more.
    “You still have your clothes on.” She frowned once she had full control of her muscles again. Leaning on her elbow, she shook her head. “Rectify that at once, or I shall be very vexed.”
    The serious look on his face wisped away as his mouth curved