Page 41 of X: Command Me through Alexander’s Eyes

Chapter Fourteen

Norris proves himself once again by managing to keep our arrival and exit secret. It’s no small feat. The press might as well have set up tents across from Clara’s flat. She looks startled when I guide her away from the main entrance to her building to one tucked in the rear.

When we step outside, something primal awakens in me. I keep my hand on her back, watching the world around us as I help her into the limousine. My whole body is on edge, waiting for even the slightest threat. Relief washes over me when I shut the door behind her. Norris watches me from his place beside the driver’s side door. He hadn’t been keen on the idea of me picking her up and bringing her out alone.

“Are we good?” I ask.

He tips his head. “No trouble.”

I allow my thoughts to return to Clara and her gown and all the wicked things I’m going to do to her.

“Do you know what I love about London this evening?” I ask, sliding beside her.

Her head tilts, and she casts curious eyes at me. Something else dances behind the curiosity, though.

“The traffic. I never appreciated it before tonight.” I move closer, taking her face in the palm of my hand. Angling it for a kiss, I pause and marvel at her. Where did she come from? Why now? I shouldn’t allow myself to want her like I do, but I’m finding that when it comes to Clara Bishop, I have little control over my feelings. Like how much I missed her when we were apart. Like how scared I am to lose her again. Like how desperately I need to kiss her. I give in to the emotion, crushing her mouth to mine. Clara reacts, clutching the hand I hold against her cheek. She presses it harder as if she craves the contact as much as I do. Her body melts against mine, inviting me to focus on the physical needs driving me instead of the questions my desire raises.

“Poppet,” I say softly, “I’ve thought about you all week.”

Her breath grows shallow as I move to show her exactly what I’ve been thinking about. Lifting her skirt, my hand slides up her soft thighs and urges her legs apart to discover nothing but bare flesh.

I groan, unable to contain my pleasure. “That’s hardly playing fair.”

“This dress doesn’t work with panties.” She speaks like it’s an apology, but her coy smile says she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Personally, I’m of the opinion that no dress actually works with panties.” I decide to show her why, moving to my knees. Thank god, we took the stretch limo.

“No,” she says. I do, but only out of respect.

“I don’t like that word from you, poppet.” I hate it, in fact. “I have a very hard time listening to it.”

“No, I want you.” Her tongue darts over her red lips like a teaser of what’s to come. Namely me.

“And you can have me.”

“No, I want to taste you.”

I can’t say no. Mostly, because I don’t want to. Lounging back, I watch as she bunches her skirt to her thighs and kneels before me. She takes her time, and I say a prayer of thanks to whatever god is in charge of city traffic. A soft hand glides up my leg until it reaches the waistband of my trousers. She unfastens them and draws the zipper down, unleashing me into her hand. I moan in appreciation as her delicate fingers close over my cock. She strokes it, sending blood pounding to it until my every thought, my every sensation, is primitive. I barely control my need to pounce on her. I want to fuck her. I want to fill her. Before I lose control, her mouth closes over my balls, sating the need to have her. She’s giving herself to me—giving me her luscious mouth. I spread my legs farther, allowing her better access—my gift to her.

The beast inside me takes over, grunting and groaning, as she continues her devotion up my shaft. I could come just watching her suck me off.

“You look so fucking hot with your red lips wrapped around my cock.” I wrap a hand around her neck so I can feel each motion as she bobs slowly up and down until I’m rock hard and ready to explode. “It makes me want to fuck you.”

Before I can pin her down and do that, she sucks harder. Her cheeks hollow as her pace increases. I see it there. She wants me to come, and I want to fill her with me—in every way possible.

“Oh, Clara, you are so beautiful.” I give in, falling against the seat as she drives me to my climax. “I’m going to come.”

After the first jet of release, I manage to lift my gaze to her. She’s not just swallowing. She’s savoring. Each movement of her throat is greedy. She’s hungry for me, and I need to give her more.

I lift her into my lap, kissing her like she’s oxygen. I need to fuck her. Now. Flipping her onto the seat, I shove her skirt back up. I slide a finger along her seam, nudging it gently past the folds. “Sucking me off made you wet.”

I love how she feels on my skin—velvet and wet and warm. I want to feel it surrounding my cock. I’ve never considered something so reckless before. But I trust Clara, and whatever we are, I know it’s different for her, too.

“I need to be inside you. Nothing between us. Is that okay?”

“Yes, please,” she moans. I don’t need to hear anything else. I take my time, pushing inside her slowly. Every inch is a revelation. She’s so fucking perfect. Tight and hot around my dick, but it’s her face, glowing with bliss, that nearly undoes me.

“Not yet, poppet.” It makes me want to do things to her—things I promised I didn’t need. Lies I told, I realize now. I’ll fight those urges to be with her. I’ll take it slowly. I’ll lead this lamb away from the safety of her world into the darkness of mine with deliberate care.