Page 95 of Smuggler's Beauty

“I think I want to kill whoever invented buttons,” she said. “Clearly these are an instrument of torture.”

He chuckled and blew against the wet flesh on her neck. “So impatient, dollface.”

She shivered. She’d managed half the buttons on his shirt. “Impatient, efficient, tomato, potato. Strip.”

In an infuriatingly sexy demonstration of control, he rose from the bed and took a few steps across the room before slowly unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and shrugging out of it to reveal the smooth, golden skin of his perfectly toned chest. He drapedit on the back of one of the chairs. Evelyn watched his controlled motions before shoving herself off the mattress to join him. She was grateful he’d draped her in one of his soft T-shirts while she slept. If she’d had to deal with any more buttons right now, she’d rip them off.

Gazing at her with sinful intent, he stepped forward, his hands drawing up her thighs to catch the hem of her T-shirt. He trailed the soft material up her body, and before long, her shirt joined the pile of clothes on the chair. Her hands went to his hair as Aiden bent down and kissed circles around her navel, trailing his tongue along her ribs, and swirled around her nipple before he sucked the tender peak into his mouth. Evelyn gasped, the hot wet pressure a jolting deviation from the tender worship his kisses had been. Her knees threatened to buckle when she felt the graze of his teeth.

The grasp Evelyn had on his hair was the only tether she had to reality as he continued to lave and suck her breasts, moving back and forth between them. His mouth was driving her incoherent with need, and desperate whimpers escaped from her mouth. She grabbed one of Aiden’s hands and guided it to her soaking pussy. When his fingers dipped past her wet panties to stroke her slick folds, he growled around her breast.

The combined ministrations of his mouth and his fingers made Evelyn feel like she was going to burst into flame. Her knees gave out, and he caught her before she fell, molding her body to his own as he kissed her with an urgent need that matched her own. Holding her hips with a bruising grip, he navigated them into the bathroom and turned the shower on.

Breaking their kiss, he set her down, her toes meeting cool tile, and she opened her eyes to see Aiden staring down at her like a starving man eyeing his first meal in days. The naked need in his eyes sent a jolt down Evelyn’s spine. She stroked her hands down his chest, ending at the soft wool of his trousers. Her eyesstill on his, she worked his button and zipper down, freeing his straining erection. The pants fell to the floor, and he kicked them away from the shower stall.

She backed into the stream of water, pulling him in after her. She heard the hitch in his breath as she moved into him and traced her tongue over his collarbone. Determined to get his breath to catch again, she moved lower, her tongue dragging down his collarbone, over his pecs, his torso. She knelt down, mimicked the trail of kisses he’d given her legs earlier.

“While that’s incredible, it can’t be comfortable,” he said. He gave her shoulder a gentle tug. She batted his hand away as she licked his inner thigh. He shuddered at the gentle caress.

“I’m sure you can figure something out,” she said. Evelyn looked up at him and let her vision blur. He had retained more Amplification energy than she’d thought. Burning some of it off would do him some good. She went back to nibbling his inner thigh, easing her way toward his straining erection with deliberate slowness. A moment later she was gently raised off the ground, a phantom cushion preventing the sting of the tile from biting her knees.

“Clever boy,” she said, and finally dragged her tongue along his cock, reveling when he hissed. She circled the tip before enveloping the crown in her mouth, his moan going straight to her center. As her hands snaked around to grasp his ass, she brought her mouth all the way down on him in one fluid motion.

Aiden moaned, and his hands fisted in her hair. His hips flexed, and his breathing grew ragged. She drew him out of her mouth, withdrawing his cock with an obscene pop, then moved her head to the side to lick a slow trail up his length when her body rose from the floor. Before she knew it, she was eye level with Aiden.

“I was in the middle of something,” she said with a pout.

“As talented as your mouth is, dollface, I need to be buried deep inside you.” His eyes were shining with a feral glint as he backed her against the wall of the shower. “I need to hear you screaming when you come. Hard to hear that with my cock down your throat.”

“You make a compelling argument.”

The cool tile pressed against her feverish skin, her body suspended high on the wall. His hand wrapped around her throat and gently squeezed. Evelyn felt the flush rising in her chest as her core clenched and desire flooded her. His grip was so gentle, so deliberate, reverent possession. She went to wrap her arms around his neck, but he shook his head.

“Hands above your head, dollface. Feet flat to the wall. Can you do that for me?” He nipped her earlobe. “Can you be my perfect little fuck doll?”

Evelyn moaned at the image he created and pressed her hands to the cool tile on either side of her head. She spent so much of her life under strict control, abilities hidden under lock and key. It was such a fucking delight to let go entirely. She’d never trusted like this before, blindly, absolutely. Aiden spread her thighs wide with his power, his hand staying around her throat, and dragged his mouth along her arm, nipping the underside of her biceps.

“Good girl,” he whispered into her ear, making her shudder. His free hand trailed down her stomach, teasing a path to her core. She held her breath, every ounce of focus on the trajectory of that hand. When he finally reached her pussy and traced her lips with a featherlight touch, Evelyn moaned. She flexed her hips, trying to increase the pressure of his touch.

“So eager, so wet.” He bit her neck. “Color?”

“Chartreuse.” She was sure she’d implode if he kept drawing this out. She ground against his hand. “Mint. Emerald. Fucking green.”

“Smart ass.” He reared his hand back and gave her pussy a swift slap. The sting of the contact made her flinch, sharp and swift and not enough to ease her aching core.

“You love it,” she choked out. The anticipation was driving her senseless. Every time Aiden drew out a motion, delayed a touch, the consuming desire that raged within her burned hotter.

Aiden just smirked at her, his fingers resuming his lazy exploration of her pussy, sweeping up and down her lips, and then finally circling her clit. Evelyn moaned his name and ground against his touch, pleasure radiating through her as each swirl built delicious pressure in her center. Evelyn’s thighs started to tremble, her breathing became more shallow, her chest flushed, and as she was about to break apart, he stopped.

Evil, evil man.

He drew his fingers through her slick arousal and plunged two of them inside her. Evelyn gasped, the feeling of his fingers inside her joining his tongue was more than she could take. Her legs started shaking again, toes curling off the tiles, as pleasure shot through her body and shattered her. She felt Aiden’s hand on her throat start to squeeze, and she bucked off the wall, the possessive act sending a new jolt through her that made her fall apart all over again, her muscles convulsing around him.

“Such a good doll. So pretty when you come, baby.”

Evelyn’s arms were limp. She was very happy to be pinned against the wall by Aiden’s telekinesis, a sexy butterfly in a fucked up collection. A hazy thought occurred to her.

“Didn’t scream,” she said. Aiden removed his fingers from her pussy and fluttered them against her clit. Evelyn squirmed against the wall. “I thought you wanted me to scream for you?”