Page 130 of An Inevitable Marriage

I found her nipple, teasing it with my thumb before slipping my fingers over the hardened tip. She moaned and arched some more.

“Watch me,” I rasped.

She did. Meeting my gaze head-on in the giant mirror in front of us, she held my stare for a moment then shifted her attention to my hands. I took my time, massaging and kneading, flicking and teasing.

Snow’s eyes never left my fingers. Not even when her mouth popped open or when her breathing picked up. The more I teased, the more turned on she got, sticking her ass out and rubbing it against the front of my thighs.

I knew her tells, and I was sure if I kept doing what I was doing, I could easily make her come like this.

And as fucking hot as that sounded, I selfishly wanted to be buried deep inside her when the first one rippled through her body.

Abandoning her glorious breasts, I slid my hands down her front and between her legs. Another one of those groans I couldn’t seem to help rumbled through my chest. Even through the material of her underwear, I could feel how much she wanted this.

Wantedme.

With quick movements, I slipped between her and the mirror, wanting to look directly into her eyes.

“Last chance, Snow. If you’re not ready for this, tell me now. Once these”—I toyed with the elastic of her panties—“come off, I don’t know how much self-control I’ll have left.”

Gaze roaming over my face, her fingers found the top button of my shirt. “I don’t want your self-control, Liam.” She made quick work of it, then instantly moved to the next one and the one after that.

Jaw clenched; I held my breath as she made her way to the last one.

Once my shirt was open, she pressed her palms against my abs. The warmth of her touch was like live wires to my nerve endings. Tiny ripples of electricity skated over my skin. Goosebumps popped up in their wake, and every hair on my body stood on end.

Her hands wandered. Leisurely sliding up my middle, across my pecs, and over my shoulders. She didn’t linger. Twisting her wrists, she gripped my shirt and shoved it down my arms.

Those nimble fingers were back on me not even a second later, ridding me of my pants and briefs in one swift motion. Gazing up at me through thick lashes and hooded lids, Snow wrapped her fist around me, slowly working her way up and down my hard-on.

Her touch was so delicate, so sure, so fucking perfect, my eyes almost rolled back.

She nipped and licked at the base of my throat. I heaved out a breath and swallowed hard.

“I want you to fuck me raw until my voice breaks from screaming your name.”

Having my own words thrown back at me so bloody sensually was enough to snap my last bit of restraint. I grabbed her face with both hands and drove my tongue deep into her mouth.

I didn’t stay there very long.

Working my way onto my knees, I kissed along her throat and collarbone. I paused to lavish some much-needed attention on her breasts before dragging my mouth farther down.

On my knees in front of her, I curled my fingers around the waistband of her pretty black lace underwear and immediately tugged it down her legs. The moment she was bared to me, I swooped in and kissed her between her thighs in the same greedy way I’d just devoured her mouth.

A needy moan spilled from her lips and she threaded her fingers through my hair. Her nails dug into my scalp, and so help me, it spurred me on. I licked and nipped and sucked, pushing her right to the edge but never letting her fall.

That first one was mine.

“Liam,” she panted when I pulled away for the second time. “Please.”

When her voice was so damn needy and pleading, I wanted to do everything in my power to hear more of it. It was something I absolutely wanted to explore.

Just not tonight.

Lowering myself to the floor, I propped myself up against the mirror. I took in my beautiful Snow, from the pointy tips of her heels to those soul-stealing green eyes. She was magnificent.

She was mine.

I patted my thighs. “Sit.”