I tug harder at her hair. Kiss her deeper. Pull her closer.
She gasps as I pull her head back.
Her eyes meet mine. That same intense gaze. Curiosity, need, desire.
I let my voice drop to a demanding tone. "Put your hand around me."
She wraps her fingers around my cock.
"Thumb against your index finger."
She does what she's told.
I bring my hand to her wrist. "Run your hand over me. Like this."
She nods as I guide her motion.
A few strokes as she has the speed. The posture. "Harder."
"How hard?"
"Hard."
"You're really—" Her eyes go wide as she watches herself work. That same sense of wonder. Like my cock is her favorite book. Like she's got to find every deeper meaning.
It makes my balls tighten. My thighs shudder. My body whine.
I need to fuck her. Now. No patience, no teaching, no biding my time.
Me deep inside her. Her groaning my name.
Fuck.
More pressure. Enough my eyes close. Enough bliss overwhelms my senses.
More with her next stroke.
More.
"Fuck, Eve." I bring my lips to hers. Kiss her hard as she strokes me. Again and again. Until I haven't got a bit of sense left.
I tug hard at her hair.
A soft gasp falls from her lips.
Her hands go flat against my chest.
I bring my hand to her chin. Turn her head toward the mirror. "Watch."
"Everything?"
"Yes." I run my thumb along her jawline.
Her eyes flutter together. "What is everything…"
"What do you want, vixen?" I run my thumb along her jaw. Over her bottom lip. "Do you want to watch as I fuck your pretty hand?" I release her lip. Bring my hand to her chin. Tilt her so we're eye to eye. "Do you want to watch as I fuck your pretty mouth?"
Her chest heaves with her inhale.
"Or do you want me to throw you on that bed and split you in half?"
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"All of them. Yes."
"Pick one."
"I want to…" Her eyes trail down my body. Her tongue slides over my lips. "I want to taste you."
Fuck. "Say it."
Her cheeks flush. That intoxicating blush.
My cock pulses. I need that blush. "Say it, vixen." I run my thumb over her chin. Down her neck. Along her collarbone. "Say, 'I want to suck your cock.'"
Her blush deepens. She opens her mouth to speak. Lets out a gasp as I cup her breast. "Not fair."
"I don't play fair." I run my thumb over her nipple.
"Ian—" Her voice breaks to a whine. "Please."
"Please?"
She nods. "Please."
"Say it."
"I…" She presses her palm into my stomach. Then my hip. "I want to suck your cock." She lifts her chest. Looks up at me with those proud, defiant eyes.
What the fuck did I do to get this lucky? "Wait."
This room isn't set up for sex. I want to push her limits, yeah, but not because the floor is making her knees ache.
I find a pillow. Place it in front of her. "On your knees."
She practically falls onto the damn thing. Then it's all that pride and curiosity in her grey-green eyes.
"Hand around me to start." I take her hand. Bring it to the base of my cock.
She looks up at me as she wraps her fingers around me.
"Lips around your teeth."
She nods.
I knot my hand in her hair. Hold her head in place as I bring my cock to her mouth. The soft brush of her lips, then that sweet, wet warmth.
Fuck.
It's been too long. It feels too good. And knowing it's Eve—
My gaze shifts to the mirror. It's almost too much to take.
Those pretty red lips stretching to take me.
Her fingers around my cock.
Her teal hair in my hands.
"Tongue flat under me." I tug hard enough she groans against my cock.
The vibration is divine. And the sound of Eve—
I'm too far gone.
Way too fucking far.
I hold her head in place with one hand. Bring the other to her chest. Toy with her nipple as I push into her.
Slowly at first.
Those red lips stretch as she takes me.
Deeper.
Deep enough to push her.
I pull back and do it again.
Still slow. But faster. Still soft. But harder.
Then again.
Again.
Deeper.
Deep enough she coughs. Jerks away. Falls back and wipes her lips. "That's a little—"
"I won't go so hard."
"I want you to. I just—"
"We can work up to that, vixen."
She blushes. Again. It's absurd. And sexy as sin.
"Try to relax your throat."
"How?"
"Swallow."
She tries it. Pushes herself upright.
Eve looks up at me as she wraps her hand around my cock. Then it's her soft lips. Her wet tongue. All the sweet pressure of her mouth.
Her gaze shifts to the mirror.
She watches her lips stretch around me.
Watches as I push into her.
Still slowly.
Then faster. Harder.
Until I'm at the rhythm I need. Not enough to make her gag. Not enough to scare her. Only—
Fuck.
I tug at her hair. Roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
It's almost too much, watching her red lips stretch around me, watching her teal hair fall over her cheeks, watching her pink nipple disappear between my fingers.
I hold her in place as I thrust into her.
That steady rhythm.
That perfect pressure.
Then deeper. Until I can feel the back of her throat.
She gags the first time. Then she swallows to take me.
I thrust into her again and again.
I take in the sight of her—a perfect angel, on her knees, in nothing but her fucking combat boots—then I let my eyes fall closed.
One more thrust and I pull back. I growl her name as I come, spilling onto her chest, tugging hard at her hair.
Her head falls back. A groan falls off her lips.
She looks up at me with fire in her eyes. Pride. Satisfaction.
Fuck, she's perfect.
It's terrifying.
I zip my trousers. Help her to her feet. Wipe her clean.
She looks up at me with all that pride. Then her eyelids flutter closed and her lips find mine.
I kiss her like I'm claiming her.
But it's not just her body. It's something else. Something more. Something that terrifies every molecule in my body.
Chapter Thirty
Ian
Eve rolls onto her side. She lets out a high-pitched yawn as she stretches her arms over her head.
Those grey-green eyes fix on me. Fill with that perfect curiosity. Like I'm a book she simply must understand.
Her lips curl into a smile. No dark makeup. Her eyes aren't lined. Her lashes aren't long. Her lips aren't raspberry.
A soft pink that's all her.
A soft pink the color of her cunt.
For a split second, the thought steals my attention. I consider tossing the white sheets aside. Finding a tie in the closet. Binding her to the bed and forcing her to take all the pleasure I want to give her.