Page 58 of Beguiled

What was this man doing to me? Had I been hypnotized or just dropped onto my head? My behavior went far beyond irrational.

He advanced like a wolf, but when he was standing directly behind me, the rush of white-hot heat was almost too much. Using a single finger, he traced my spine, his eyes following the trail. I sensed he was using his strategic way of touching me as a control mechanism.

He was breaking down my defenses.

Once he reached my tailbone, I abandoned any thought of pretending I could ignore the effect he had on me. I was quivering openly. Using his knee, he nudged my legs apart. Everything he did, every move he made was precise.

Including how I was to stand for him.

It was almost as if the man was getting ready to do a body inspection. He was gazing at every inch. Being able to study his actions in the mirror was more enthralling than experiencing his touch. If that was even possible.

He lowered his gaze and his head as he brushed his fingertips across my bottom. While still heated and somewhat tender, I didn’t flinch. After the night and the danger I’d experienced, I shouldn’t be capable of feeling much of anything.

Yet his light touch drove me to another edge, a slender precipice of needing to surrender. All that tenderness ceased when he fisted the strands of hair he’d crowded together, yanking my head until my eyes were locked on the ceiling.

No matter my height, he would always tower over me, bending his head and kissing me as if the angle wasn’t awkward. Not just any kiss and certainly not like before. His lips seared mine, his hunger becoming feral and possessive, guttural sounds erupting through our crushed mouths.

Every sound he made vibrated through me, releasing the beast I’d cornered deep inside myself. I threw my arms back, cradling his head as he thrust his tongue inside.

I could taste myself on him, another sinfully delicious moment that seemed perfect for the situation. The act of intimacy was more of a statement. Not of desire or even acceptance but of ownership.

There was no doubt that what I was feeling was accurate. It was another moment where I should feel utterly terrified instead of the rush of adrenaline mixing with excitement. He devoured my mouth with the skill of a predator, the action sensuous even in its demanding power.

Every second that passed I was wetter than before, incapable of focusing on anything. But who would want to? The hunger was insatiable, the desire almost angry in feeding off our thoughts.

I’d never wanted anything as much as to have his cock driven deep inside. Nothing. Not a job. Not money. He’d consumed my thoughts as he was doing with my mouth.

As quickly as the incredible kiss began it was over, breathlessness lingering even after he pulled away.

I gasped for air as he gripped my hips, yanking me further away from the dresser’s edge. My eyes were close to being dilated, the light in the room too bright. Too intense. When he jerked my body out by another couple of inches, I slapped my hand against the glass, laughing as soon as I did.

He had no intention of being careful or continuing with his generous tenderness. The moment was shifting into fornication in the purest animalistic form.

I’d never believed a man could be ravenous before, but I was wrong. About so many things. Every inch of him was in perfect proportion, more ink creating an aura of danger crawling down both thighs. Now all I could think about was tracing them, not with my finger but with my tongue.

Which I bit to keep from crying out. He rolled the tip of his dick up and down the crack of my ass, tormenting me as another wayof keeping me on a short, tight leash. I knew enough about his actions to know exactly what he was doing.

But two could play at that game. I tried to push away, to escape if only for a little while.

He wasn’t interested in me toying with him, using the full weight of his body against mine as he penetrated my pussy with several fingers. Everything he was doing was taking my breath away.

Momentarily in shock, I threw my head back. This was something completely different than feeling the vibrator. He knew how to keep me wet, so much so that juice trickled down both inner thighs. He did so by rolling his thumb around my clit in methodical circles.

Did he think I would lose the excitement from earlier? Not a chance. I was barely able to take deep breaths, just enough to keep me from fainting. That’s how lightheaded he made me.

I rocked onto my tiptoes, pushing back until I was in a slight arc. No other movement was possible. In just watching him, I could tell he was on the verge of losing his sense of control.

There was no stopping him. He rubbed the tip of his cock up then down the crack of my ass again, his nostrils flaring as he did. A promise made. This was just the beginning.

I could feel it in my bones.

He was huge, and when he pressed the tip of his cock past my folds into my aching pussy, my body stiffened.

But he stopped, his fingers continually teasing my clit. He flicked the tip back and forth before pinching the tender tissue until I cried out. Only to repeat the action three or more times. I wasbeing pulled into a sweet lull, incapable of thinking clearly let alone moving an inch.

His fingers worked magic and all I could concentrate on was the rapid beating of my heart, the thrumming it caused in my ears. This was as close to being driven to ecstasy as I’d ever experienced. He was playing me like an instrument, knowing enough about my body and my needs that I was moving in time to his actions.

Soon, my body was lost in the sweet rapture. Every muscle was tight like a rubber band until it snapped.