Page 88 of Consumed By You

My blood is humming loudly in my veins as his hand caresses the length of my body, his fingers dragging between my damp, quivery thighs.

“I want…” My muscles tighten, my body shivers when he eases a single finger between the sensitive tissues, entering me in answer to my unfinished demand while his emerald eyes never leave mine.Ah.

“Tell me.” With the same hand he twists and tilts his thumb to rub my clit in slow, sweet circles, bringing me to heel. I pray to God that I can stay quiet.

“I want you inside me,” I whimper, biting my lip. My hips are churning into his fingers restlessly and I know I’m close. I also know he isn’t going to stop until I come.

“You want me to fuck you?” he rasps, while I come apart beneath him.

“Yes. Fuck me.” In my heated passion, my hands move to my breasts, fondling them in desperation, and a grin radiating from a nurtured ego begins to spread across his face. When he inserts his second finger, coaxing the warm walls within me to goad me into orgasm, my muscles spasm, preparing for his devastating pleasure. He covers my mouth to drown out the moans but his fingers never falter, building the gripping sensation to peak. My climax is all-consuming, breaching every single defense I possess as the wave of pleasure pulses through my boneless limbs. With hoarse cries, I release into his palm as I convulse, clutching fistfuls of his stiff shirt.

Barely conscious, my eyelids flicker open when his hand frees my mouth and he mounts me, laying his towering form parallel to mine. Within a few completely blissful seconds, he’s pushing himself inside me.

He groans, dropping his head in pleasure as my climax drags on in drugging waves, the walls of my vortex clenching around him. I rest my hand on his cheek, dazed, and he tilts his head into my palm, kissing it sweetly.

He grips my thigh, raising it up for his cock to gain better access.

“You have no idea how sexy you look right now,” he gasps, punishing me with his thrusts. I could say the same for him. His shirt is open halfway and his hair is falling over his face, shading his gorgeous eyes from view. Just when I believe he couldn’t get any hotter, he bites his lip. Taking his face in between my hands, I pull his head down to mine and lock my lips with his.

Love me, Benjamin. Love me.

We’re both a sweaty mess and frankly, I don’t even want to know how far my makeup is down my face, but the feel of him inside me is enough to forget about it.

“You know we can’t be friends.” He places his hand, caressing the sensitive nub, quickening my ascent to euphoria. “You know it, don’t you?”

“Ben…” I whisper, suddenly overcome. I shouldn’t be doing this. No matter what happens next, it won’t be good.

“Tell me, Darcy.” His hand stops moving, so do his thrusts.

“I know it,” I whisper reluctantly. Why is he bringing this up now?

“I want you, Darcy. I can make you feel things you couldn’t even imagine you’d feel.” He moves his hand again, first slowly, then gradually circling at a faster pace. I tense again, but this time it’s not from shock.

“You can’t give me what I want.” As each second passes, I want to stop just as much as I need him to continue.

“ButI can. Am I making you happy right now? Do you like my hands pleasuring you?”

“You know I do.” I shiver as his tongue travels down my neck. He sucks and nibbles on the skin above my collarbone and I bite down on my lip to conceal my moan.

“Then why would you want to stop this from happening?”

I’m feeling the best pleasure of my life physically, but my body is at war with my emotions. I’m distraught, happy, angry all at once.

As my second climax takes over my body, my heart aches in pain. I’m clutching onto him for dear life, tears streaming down my cheeks onto the floor as he lets go with a large exhale, but deep down I know I could never hold him to me the way I want to.

He drops his head onto the crook of my neck and we lie breathing in unison, both of us deep in thought. I’d seriously give anything to know what’s going through his mind. I let go of him and raise my hands to my cheeks, wiping away tears.

He raises his head, his gaze filled with regret. “I wish I could be what you want, Darcy,” he proclaims almost inaudibly, laying his head back onto my chest. The vehicle vibrates beneath us.

I run my fingers through his hair and nod to myself. “Yeah, me too.”

***

I step out of the sleek black vehicle, my appearance repaired as best as I could in the short rest of the ride back.

“Just a moment, Dimitri,” Benjamin says, adjusting the waistband of his pants.

“Sir.”