Page 77 of Forbidden Empire

The first brush of her lips was fire.

Heat scorched through me, vision blurring at the edges until the world narrowed to just her wet mouth on me. I made a strangled sound, low and rough, barely recognizing it as my own.

My hands fisted the sheets, knuckles aching white with the effort it took to keep from grabbing her, from burying myself deeper.

She never looked away, not once. Her tongue traced patterns that made my thighs tremble under her steady palms, as it followed the bob of the wet, slick heat of her mouth surrounding me.

She knew how to work me—a glancing scrape of teeth, a tease, a threat, pleasure, and pain balanced to perfection.

It was merciless. Devastating. Every nerve in my body seemed to converge, drawn tight around the place where her lips stretched over me.

She was a fucking goddess.

The room spun, heartbeat pounding, as she hollowed her cheeks and pulled back so the suction made my hips jerk off the mattress.

"Fuck," I gritted out.

The word was a guttural sound, just air forced past my teeth as I watched a thin thread of slickness connect her swollen lips to my cock.

Then she was back again, sinking lower, going deeper until I felt the back of her throat, over and over.

The vibration of her moan sent lightning up my spine, shattering whatever control I had left. I was unraveling for her, every defense stripped away, at her mercy and wanting nothing else.

A grating sound ripped from my chest as my fingers dove into her hair, letting the silk slip and tangle tight around my knuckles.

I lost myself to her rhythm, surrendering as she took me deeper, heat and pressure compressing the whole world to a single, blinding point.

All I saw was her: the hollow of her cheeks, lashes fluttering against flushed skin, lips swollen, stretched wide, and slick with want, drawing gasps from both of us.

"Fuck—Esme—" Her name tore out in a broken gasp, my jaw clenched tight.

My spine snapped off the mattress, electricity spiking through me when she swallowed around me; the muscles of her throat flexed around the head of my cock, so hot and tight it made my balls draw up.

Her nails scored my thighs, holding me right where she wanted me as she pulled back, a tease, a promise, and the suction forced my hips to jerk, helpless to her ministration.

Then her tongue traced over the ridge, followed the vein underneath in a perfect, lethal pattern. The moan she breathed around me vibrated all the way up my spine, a live wire. My grip locked harder in her hair, the other hand losing the fight to take over the tempo.

"Slow down—" The warning locked itself in my throat as her mouth drove me past every threshold of restraint. My thighs quaked under her palms, my whole body wound so tight I felt like I might shatter. "Esme, I can't?—"

And then, just as the pressure built to a blistering edge, she broke away.

The sudden absence left me raw, gasping, my hips thrusting upward into empty air.

My eyes snapped open to find her standing over me, breathless, eyes blazing, lips swollen and wet. The only thing left between us was a thin strand of saliva that trembled and snapped.

"What the—" The words caught, half-choked, as she locked eyes with me.

Her chest rose and fell hard, and the slow, dangerous smile on her mouth promised both heaven and hell.

She reached under her skirt, moving so deliberately it was almost cruel, inch by inch exposing the pale length of her thighs.

Her fingers found the black lace, dragging it down with agonizing patience. The fabric clung to the curve of her hips, then surrendered and slid to the floor, pooling at her feet, a dark, delicate scrap abandoned on the hardwood.

She stood there, still in her clothes but somehow more naked than if she’d stripped bare, and every primitive instinct inside me howled to the surface.

My blood pounded, drowning out everything but the drumbeat of raw, animalistic need.

"I need you inside me," she whispered. Her eyes blazing, wild and dark. "Please, Aidon. Can I fuck you?"