Page 38 of Break Me

As the nearly frigid champagne was poured directly on my tender pussy, my core flooded with heat. The moment was explosive.

Panting, I jerked up from the piano, trying with everything I had to stifle a scream. I certainly didn’t want the restaurant staff to come running.

I hadn’t known what to expect for the night. Granted, our hard bickering and bantering had been active flirting, but I never would have suspected something so… So carnal.

Before I had a chance to recover, Alexsey dropped his head once again, ready to take up where he’d left off in feasting on me.

Only where he’d been a bit gentler before, the gloves were now off and he was growling and slurping up the champagne.

All while my body was twisting and I was panting. The dual sensations were insane, his rough actions keeping me on the same edge of ecstasy.

I raked my hand through my hair, biting my lower lip to keep from making a single noise.

He was making enough for both of us, every noise like that of a wild animal who’d escaped.

And I loved every second of it.

My blood sizzled.

My breath was caught.

My mind was in a thick haze, enjoying the wild and crazy experience that I never wanted to end.

He pressed my knees against the piano as he’d done before, only this time his fingers were digging into my skin possessively.

Stars were floating in front of my eyes and I couldn’t stop panting.

Or laughing nervously.

He had that powerful of an effect on me. But I was letting go.

Because he’d commanded me to do so.

Every brush of his fingers felt so good.

Every skip of his scalding breath more incredible than the one before.

I was so sensitive yet still so turned on that when the scruff of his light stubble created friction, the roar of sheer bliss occurred again.

There was no holding back with the man. I was simply putty to his touch.

He’d spanked me. At first, I’d been shocked.

The blasts of pain had almost been too much.

But not only had I felt sheer ecstasy with the act of discipline, I’d fallen into a strange place where I wanted to obey him. How in God’s name had that occurred?

“Oh, God. You’re going to make me… Oh, my.”

As soon as another even more powerful orgasm thrashed my body, I jerked up almost to a sitting position. I’d never felt an orgasm this powerful.

He lifted his gaze and I could tell even through his lips and half his face were pressed into my wetness that he was grinning.

Loving every minute of driving me absolutely insane.

He refused to stop, holding me in place, even dragging my butt to the very edge of the piano so he could feast to his heart’s desire.

My breathing hitched up.