Page 181 of Caterina
A harsh, ragged breath tears from me.
My control snaps. I crush my mouth to hers, my tongue delving deep, tasting, taking. I spin us away from the window, not that far gone.
With one hand, I tug her blouse from her trousers. The other, I keep locked around her wrists as she struggles to free them from my grip. She likes it. She likes it rough. She likes to fight, just a little.
My fingers find the front clasp of her bra, and I flick it open. I groan as my lips leave hers and I dip my head to take a pebbled nipple into my mouth. I bite down gently, and she cries out, her back arching, pressing deeper into me.
She is writhing in my arms, trying to free her hands to touch me, but I don't let her. This is my game. My rules.
"You are such a goddamn tease," I growl against her skin. My free hand slides down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, and then around to her backside. I squeeze, pulling her flush against my erection.
"Only for you," she pants.
I latch onto her other nipple and ravage it with tongue and teeth and lips. Her head falls back, her throat exposed. I want to bite her there, too. Leave a mark. A claim.
Instead, I trail my lips up the slender column of her neck and back to her ear.
"You want me to fuck you right here?" I whisper, my voice a low, dangerous rumble. "In your office? Where any one of your employees could walk in?"
She shudders, a full-body tremor that has nothing to do with fear. "Yes."
I release her wrists, spin her around, and bend her over her desk. Her palms slap the desk as I kick her legs apart with my knee.
Her breath hitches, a sharp, excited sound.
I reach around and unbutton her trousers, pulling them and her panties down to her knees in one rough movement.
I'm on my knees in an instant, ignoring the ache in my side.
She is so wet.
I can see it glistening on her folds.
I bury my face in her, my tongue delving deep into her pussy.
She cries out and drops to the desk, her head resting on her forearms, her backside in the air, completely exposed to me.
I feast on her.
I eat her like a starving man, like she is the only thing that can sustain me. I suck her sensitive clit hard, then flick it with my tongue. I fuck her with my tongue, in and out, mimicking what my cock is aching to do.
Her hips are moving, grinding against my face, chasing her pleasure. She is shameless in her need. And I love it.
I slide two fingers inside her, curving them to find that spot I know will make her fall apart.
Her back arches, and I know I've found it.
I rub that spot, hard, as I continue to torment her clit with my tongue.
"Adrian," she says, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Oh, God. I'm..."
I suck her clit hard and curl my fingers, and she shatters.
Her body convulses, a long, hard shudder of release. I can feel her clenching around my fingers, the rhythmic pulses of her orgasm as it washes over her.
I don't stop. I keep licking, keep sucking, keep fucking her with my fingers, drawing out her pleasure until she is a writhing, sobbing mess on her desk.
Before it's even over, I have my cock out, and I'm on my feet.
