skimming higher now, dipping under the hem of my coat. “And don’t think you can...can orgasm your way into winning this argument.”
“I have no expectation that I’ll win it,” he said, catching the lowest button of the coat and undoing it with a twist. “But realistically, neither can you. Fight with me later, Cora. You have no idea how much I need you right now.”
And I wanted him, too.
He slid his hand up my thigh. This time, a tinted window blocked Jenkins’ view of the back of the car, and I knew that the dark tints on the side windows made it impossible to see us from the road. But what about noise?
“Is it soundproof?” I asked, nodding to the privacy divider that separated the front seat of the limousine from the back.
“For ordinary conversation,” Dorian said, turning his hand to catch the second button and twist it free.
“I don’t think this is ordinary conversation.” Already, I could hear the strain in my voice, the anticipation. The thought that I’d come so close to losing him, to losing this...it almost slayed me.
“Isn’t it?” Dorian’s hand was on my thigh again, his fingertips grazing the crease of my leg.
“Dorian,” I said warningly. But my hips were already tilting into his hand as he ran his fingers over my still-slick folds, and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.
He looked at me keenly. “I can make it so that he can’t hear you, even if you scream.”
“No mind control stuff,” I said. The words were getting harder to say as his fingers dipped deeper. “You promised.”
“And I’ll keep that promise,” he said. Then he pushed two fingers together into my heat all the way up to their knuckles, pulling a gasp from me. His thumb circled my clit lightly, teasingly. “If you want me to.”
“Then do it,” I ground out.
In the next moment, I was pulled onto the edge of the seat in front of him, his strong thighs on either side of my hips as his hard cock pressed into the small of my back. My coat was hitched up around my waist, exposing me, and his hand, that hand that had just been inside me, was clamped around my mouth and jaw. I could smell myself on him, and I could smell him, too, the saltier scent of what he had left inside me.
“Scream all you like, then,” he said, his voice close to my ear. “No one will hear you now.”
And I knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until I did.
His free hand moved slowly, leisurely, trailing first down the outside of one of my thighs before wrapping around my knee and moving up the inner side, stopping a full hand span short of its juncture.
The tenderness of that hand was a sharp contrast to the unyielding one that was covering my mouth. That one kept my head pinned to his shoulder, my neck twisted so that I couldn’t even see what he was doing to me. It made a mockery of his tender touch and was a blatant promise of what was to come.
What I wanted to come.
“Or maybe,” he said softly into my ear, skimming his fingers lightly along both creases at once, “I won’t let you come at all.”
I shook my head—or tried to, because nothing could move the hand clamped over my mouth. He chuckled, sending prickles across my skin, and he nuzzled my neck with his lips as his fingers played along my folds and drifted over my aching clit. I tried to tilt my hips into his hand, but he hooked his legs around mine, pushing me back up against him even as he forced my knees farther apart.
“But that’s not what you want, is it?” His voice dropped to the barest murmur. “What you want is for me to take you so completely that this moment with be branded into your mind for the rest of your life.”
His fingers spread my folds, exposing their inner layer to the coolness of the car’s air.
“The way I held you.”
He pushed one inside, and my body shuddered at its invasion.
“The way I took you.”
A second one followed, stroking in and out as my breath came faster. The rhythm he set was too slow,
“I have no expectation that I’ll win it,” he said, catching the lowest button of the coat and undoing it with a twist. “But realistically, neither can you. Fight with me later, Cora. You have no idea how much I need you right now.”
And I wanted him, too.
He slid his hand up my thigh. This time, a tinted window blocked Jenkins’ view of the back of the car, and I knew that the dark tints on the side windows made it impossible to see us from the road. But what about noise?
“Is it soundproof?” I asked, nodding to the privacy divider that separated the front seat of the limousine from the back.
“For ordinary conversation,” Dorian said, turning his hand to catch the second button and twist it free.
“I don’t think this is ordinary conversation.” Already, I could hear the strain in my voice, the anticipation. The thought that I’d come so close to losing him, to losing this...it almost slayed me.
“Isn’t it?” Dorian’s hand was on my thigh again, his fingertips grazing the crease of my leg.
“Dorian,” I said warningly. But my hips were already tilting into his hand as he ran his fingers over my still-slick folds, and I could hear the blood rushing in my ears.
He looked at me keenly. “I can make it so that he can’t hear you, even if you scream.”
“No mind control stuff,” I said. The words were getting harder to say as his fingers dipped deeper. “You promised.”
“And I’ll keep that promise,” he said. Then he pushed two fingers together into my heat all the way up to their knuckles, pulling a gasp from me. His thumb circled my clit lightly, teasingly. “If you want me to.”
“Then do it,” I ground out.
In the next moment, I was pulled onto the edge of the seat in front of him, his strong thighs on either side of my hips as his hard cock pressed into the small of my back. My coat was hitched up around my waist, exposing me, and his hand, that hand that had just been inside me, was clamped around my mouth and jaw. I could smell myself on him, and I could smell him, too, the saltier scent of what he had left inside me.
“Scream all you like, then,” he said, his voice close to my ear. “No one will hear you now.”
And I knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until I did.
His free hand moved slowly, leisurely, trailing first down the outside of one of my thighs before wrapping around my knee and moving up the inner side, stopping a full hand span short of its juncture.
The tenderness of that hand was a sharp contrast to the unyielding one that was covering my mouth. That one kept my head pinned to his shoulder, my neck twisted so that I couldn’t even see what he was doing to me. It made a mockery of his tender touch and was a blatant promise of what was to come.
What I wanted to come.
“Or maybe,” he said softly into my ear, skimming his fingers lightly along both creases at once, “I won’t let you come at all.”
I shook my head—or tried to, because nothing could move the hand clamped over my mouth. He chuckled, sending prickles across my skin, and he nuzzled my neck with his lips as his fingers played along my folds and drifted over my aching clit. I tried to tilt my hips into his hand, but he hooked his legs around mine, pushing me back up against him even as he forced my knees farther apart.
“But that’s not what you want, is it?” His voice dropped to the barest murmur. “What you want is for me to take you so completely that this moment with be branded into your mind for the rest of your life.”
His fingers spread my folds, exposing their inner layer to the coolness of the car’s air.
“The way I held you.”
He pushed one inside, and my body shuddered at its invasion.
“The way I took you.”
A second one followed, stroking in and out as my breath came faster. The rhythm he set was too slow,
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