Page 8 of Caressed By Sin
His fingers shook as they tightened around my neck.
“No.” I had to get the upper hand. He already had too much control.
A soft rumble emitted from his throat. He looked away for a few seconds as if attempting to calm himself and then gazed back at me. “Please.”
“No.” Shaking my head, I placed my hands on his chest. His heart banged against my fingers. Heat radiated from his satin skin.
Such a perfect piece of art.
I slid my hands over his pecs and raked his chest with my nails.
He shuddered. His eyelids lazily drooped.
I smiled, enjoying his reaction and pinched his taut nipples. “You like that?”
He flashed me a sensual grin.
Okay. This is good.
I gulped some air and considered the different ways I could get my fangs into his flesh.
“You aren’t as sweet and innocent as I thought.” He licked his lips.
“No. I’m not.” I glided my hands toward the layers of muscle on his stomach and stopped at the edge of his leather pants.
A growl erupted from his chest.
“Let’s go in the back where it’s private.” I opened his pants. “I know you’re cloaking us, but I’d rather be away from here where I can focus only on you.”
“Really?” His lips formed into a wicked smirk.
“Definitely.” I lowered the zipper.
“You’ll have a better job of convincing me with my cock in your hand.” He moved in a little bit closer, but still maintained three inches of space between us.
Can I bite him fast enough from here?
I doubted it, and plunged my hands into his pants. The leather yielded over my hands. His stiff rod was enormous, making my hands seem tiny next to it. I wrapped my fingers around him and yearned to experience Azar driving all of this inside of me.
Oh, the pleasure that would come as I watched it disappear between my moist folds.
Fatou!
I blinked to regain focus and swayed a little.
Smirking, Azar steadied me with his other hand. “Are you okay?”
I exhaled and admitted, “I wasn’t expecting your cock to be so big.”
A rumble sounded from his chest as our eyes met.
I’ll just touch him for a moment and then I’ll bite. . .that’s it. . .
My fingers slowly wandered up his stiff column.
He shivered.
I tightened my grip, letting it travel up and down with smooth strokes and enjoying the fact that his pleasure was at my command.
