Page 120 of A Monarch's Fall

I was excited until I saw the white vest top she wore beneath it.

“Selene,” I complained.

“Whining won’t get you far,” she said, but her smirk told me how much she enjoyed my disappointment at her state of full dress.

“Please,” I begged and took hold of the hem of her vest top, stretching the thin satin fabric as I pulled her closer to me again.

I pushed my hands under the vest to feel her abdomen against the palms of my hands.

She took hold of both my wrists, pulling my hands away from her, and turned me around before I had any chance to protest.All I could do was make a shocked sound as she pushed me up against the closed bedroom door.

“Are you having difficulty controlling yourself?” she asked, and her breath cascaded across the shell of my ear, sparking a trail of sensitivity through me like fireworks down my neck and the entire right side of my body.

“It wasn’t fair,” I said and groaned in pleasure as she nibbled on my earlobe.

She released my wrists, and her hands gripped my hips before pushing up my top and holding my waist in her palms. She held me still with one hand while the other travelled around to the front of my jeans and easily popped the button open before sliding down the front of my panties.

I braced myself against the door.

“You’ve soaked through,” she observed casually as she cupped me tightly. I pressed myself against her palm. She pulled me tighter to her and pressed her front against my back.

“Please,” I pleaded, trying and failing to grind against her. I was so frustrated.

“Mine or yours?” she asked, and we were back to playing the terribly slow game.

“Mine,” I chose this time, and her hand left my jeans, causing me to whine pathetically.

She gently turned me around to face her and leaned down to kiss me softly as she began to pull my top up and over my head.

I wore no bra.

She looked me over carefully as she dropped my top, pulling back to get a better look at me.

I reached out, looping my thumbs through the belt loops of her tailored trousers.

“You’re beautiful… Devourable,” she told me.

“You’re hungry,” I said, like it was only just clear to me, like I hadn’t been carrying around her hunger in my chest for so long.

“Does that scare you?” she asked, leaning forward, speaking against my lips.

I kissed her, hungrily in answer.

She wrapped me in her arms, her hands almost clawing at my back as she deepened the kiss and took control, pausing only to move to my neck to allow me to breathe.

“Mine of yours?” she asked against my skin.

“Can’t we just be naked already?” I asked breathlessly.

She laughed.

“I want to savour you,” she told me and bent down, using one arm to lift me, causing me to wrap my legs around her waist. “Can you hold yourself up?” she asked, and I looked down at her, just an inch or two taller than her, in this new position and nodded. “Good,” she said and removed her support for my weight to wrap her arms around my back and dipped her head, taking one of my nipples into her mouth.

It was as if all the pleasure in my body was concentrated in my nipples as she moved between my breasts, lavishing each with attention.

I was being driven mad. I was so wet, I worried she could feel my wetness through my jeans pressed tight against her abdomen. My hips bucked uncontrollably, grinding against her but receiving no relief.

She walked us over to the bed, with my hands tangled in her hair holding her mouth to me.