Shudders

Blaire:

His hand around my throat had me gasping at the heat he exuded. I raised my eyes to peek at him through my lashes, my eyes misting as his eyes bore into mine with intensity.

His lips gradually tilted up in a smile I knew better than to believe was harmless. London was a textbook example of harm in human form. His dark hair skimmed his face, smoke floating past his face, intent eyes locked on like a lion fixated on his food, a naked chest that had muscles toned to perfection with a tattoo peering at me, a sharpened V-line that led to loose, hanging sweatpants... This situation looked every bit as dangerous as he did.

I gulped as his hand slightly tightened around my neck and his knee gently rubbed against mine, making need flow through my veins and soliciting a reaction to the desire that was guaranteed to burn me.

His pearly whites shone as they peeked from his lips, adding a glow to the dimly lit room. His fingers trailed down my cheeks, gently raising them to cage me. I was trapped between them, which increased my confusion about the tornado of emotions that hovered around me. He was barely even touching me, yet here I was fighting the urge to melt into his arms.

He leaned closer, his lips skimming my ear, sending shivers down my spine. He chuckled in my ear, a deep sound that nearly had me whimpering with need. His tongue gently flicked my lobe as he gently bit on it.

"You're late." The simplicity of his tone and the two words that left his lips carried a lot of weight.

He didn't need to say much because he knew I knew what he was implying, and it scared me because if the knee that parted mine, gently wedged in-between my thighs, revealing a very hard member that grazed my lower belly, wasn't enough to drive the message in, then I had no idea what else would.

I barely had time to give a reply when my hands suddenly got pinned above my head, pressing me into the wall more. My surprise couldn't even register because the next thing I felt were lips on mine, hungrily claiming mine.

His knee rubbing my dampened pants has me shivering, and when my lips parted to let out a gasp, his tongue took the chance to dive deeper into my mouth, pulling me into a spicy salsa. My body was acting entirely differently from my mind's instructions. It didn't want me giving in to his kiss, nor did it want me trying to match it. It didn't want to slip soft moans each time his knees teased my sensitivity.

He kissed with such intensity that it nearly swallowed me, getting me lost in the haze his desire created. He was going to devour me, and from how ruthless his kiss was becoming, I knew he was going to be wicked about it.

His erection throbbed against my stomach, and I shuddered. I had never seen him before, but remembering how he had stretched me out and filled me up, stroking my depth with great fervor, I could very well say that he was greatly endowed in that aspect.

He hoisted me up, making me wrap my legs around him instinctively. His eyes sparkled with more devilish intent when my ass rubbed against his raging erection. He growled in my ear, sending chills down my spine as the desire reverberated.

"You made me fucking wait, rabbit, and I don't like waiting." He rasped while pinning me to the wall.

He hung my legs over his shoulder in one swift move, making me yelp in surprise. His head was directly in between my legs, and my heart thudded because I had a feeling I knew what he was going to do to me, and it made me giddy with excitement, strangely.

His hands dug into my hips, holding me in place. His bangs grazed his face, bushing past his lips as he ran his tongue over his lips, grazing his canine. I held in the moan that wanted to leave my throat. This man was a freaking pornstar!

"You know that right, hm?" He drawled while gradually raising the hem of my gown even more, revealing my fair thighs to his prying eyes.

My breaths hitched in my throat when he gently lowered his head; his hot breaths fanned my face, and I nearly forgot how to breathe when I felt him inhale the scent of my wetness that pooled in-between my legs even more thanks to his high sex appeal and sensuality, before humming against my thighs and dipping his tongue to lick my inner thighs.

I yelped, squirming, but I quickly stopped myself because I knew that, judging by the position he had me in, one wrong move and I'd fall. And sure as hell, London wasn't going to catch me. The glint in his eyes said so. He had me trapped, subjected to taking whatever he was ready to dish without writhing.

His head peeked up at me from in-between my legs, and he squinted before hoarsely saying, "Oh, and one more thing... not a single sound from you, and don't touch me. Don't say I didn't warn you."

What? He wasn't expecting me to just shut my eyes and keep it in. Hell, soft moans were already leaving my lips when he was kissing me like a deprived lunatic a few minutes ago, and now I was...

"What?" I asked in blurry understanding.

"Meaning, you're not allowed to make any sound, and you're not allowed to touch me, and that includes tugging on my hair; you'd give me a headache." He huskily said this before licking my inner thighs again, inching closer to my wetness.

"Or else?" I dared to ask.

He gave me a devilish smile before chuckling, "You're free to find out, no?"

I wish I had time to understand what he had just said because a rip echoed and the bare feeling in my butt made me wiggle. He had ripped my freaking panties. That brute!

My breath got stuck in my throat when his tongue wickedly ran over my slit, making me grip the wall and my legs coil. He ran his tongue over my tongue, sucking on it a little before flicking it over my slick entrance.

He hummed in satisfaction, his breaths against my skin making me shudder and shake. It was ticklish in an inexplicable way, making an ache grow in my bud.

I gasped shakily when he began swirling his tongue, licking, nipping, and sucking, tasting every corner of my core and lapping up every drop of wetness that pooled out of me. I tipped my head back, shutting my eyes, holding onto my sanity because it was this man's mission to suck it out of me.

His finger dug into my skin with more need, veins bulging in his arms. I looked down and sucked in a breath at the sight I witnessed. Bloody hell, this man was a sinner. The way his hands held me in place and his head moved... I was convinced that London might be extremely good-looking, but he looked better in between my legs. He belonged there, and from the way he was flicking his tongue over my slit, making me shake and pant… he owned me.

It was a sad truth, but it was true. I doubted any other man could make my body come alive in such a way, despite disliking him. I was slowly running mad because not being able to touch him or make a sound when he was ruthlessly tasting me was making my eyes roll to the back of my head and my body vibrate. I was a panting, sweating mess. He was licking me like I was his favorite candy flavor.

I was beginning to see stars, and my body was starting to vibrate. My breath had become heavy and strained. My body shook with such intensity that I feared a heart attack.

"So… fucking… perfect." He groaned while sucking on me.

Dear goddess, I felt like life was slowly leaving my body. He was perfect, and he was taunting me. If he continued like this, I might not be able to make it. I might collapse from pleasure overload.

I felt my accession to Pleasure's big black gate, but as I was about to touch it, he stopped, withdrawing his head. A satisfied smirk appeared on his beautiful face. He knew what he was doing.

He gently lowered me, and my legs wobbled as evidence of his expertise was messing with my body. I couldn't feel them, and I nearly collapsed to the floor. How could he just drop me like that?

He took a step back from me and eyed me with amusement before darting to the desk in his room to fish out a blunt, stalking past me after lighting it and blowing smoke in my face. He smirked before taking a step back, lowering himself to sit at the edge of the bed with the blunt tucked in between his lips.

I watched his hands dangle from his parted knees before he raised his left to tuck the blunt in between his fingers. He puffed out smoke before saying in a very low, hoarse tone, "Get on your knees, love."

I gulped at his words as my eyes dipped to the tent in pants, and my heart beats further escalated. He wasn't expecting me to fit that in my mouth, was he?

He arched a dark brow at me, "don't make me wait; I'm getting creative over here, and in the end, you're going to be the one bearing the brunt of it all so…" He took a deep puff, raising his head to look at the ceiling for a brief second, before landing those steel-gray orbs on me. "Get on your fucking knees."

I swallowed because, looking at London at the moment, I had one word on my lips: "but I've never done it before."

His demonic smile made me shake on the spot. "You'd learn. I'd teach you… but first, on… your… fucking… knees. I won't repeat myself again."

Fuck! I sent an immediate silent prayer to the moon goddess to accept my gentle soul should I not make it out alive tonight.

I gently got on my knees in front of me, tucking tendrils away from my face. His eyes watched me as my shaking fingers hooked on the band of his sweatpants, and in one brave inhale and exhale, I gently pulled it down a little, grabbing his thick dick that twitched in my hands, and I pulled back in reflex.

My breaths hitched because, goddamn, he was freaking big in my hands. I gently pulled him out, and my eyes widened in extreme surprise. I was overwhelmed. I've never seen his dick before because the first time we had sex, I was drunk as hell and the room was dark.

But now, under the dull glow of the red light, I contemplated running away because he was fucking humongous with angry veins protruding; it twitched viciously in my hands.

I looked up to him with widened eyes that pleaded for mercy, but there it was in his eyes—the same freaking amusement. That fucking cocky bastard! What was funny about this? A more important question: how was that thing able to fit inside me the first time?

"Don't stare, love, suck!"