Page 93 of Make Me Yours

“Kneel,” he says.

My knees hit the floor with a dull thud.

He doesn’t need to guide me. I reach for him, fingers shaking as I find the thick belt, loosening the leather before unzipping the fly of his pants and slipping my fingers inside the damp cotton of his boxers. Even though I just came, more arousal gathers on my sensitive flesh.

“Take my cock out,” he orders. “And then stroke me. Show me exactly what you want.”

His head tips back as I wrap my hand around his hard length. The low sound he makes sends another ripple of heat through my core. His fingers curl around the tumbler again as he takes a sip and then another drag from the cigar.

“Eyes on me,” he says, the words striking something deep inside my core.

My gaze remains locked on his as I take him into my mouth, savoring the salty taste of him as my tongue swirls around the tip. I’ve been thinking about him ever since the night I helped him in the shower, the memory seared into my mind like a brand.

Now, with him trembling beneath my touch, I can’t hold back. I slide down the length of his erection, my lips gliding with practiced ease, then back up again, bobbing with a rhythm that has his breath catching.

His fingers slip into my hair, not to force, just to guide. It’s as if he needs the anchor just as much as I do.

“That feels so good, baby. Can you take just a bit more? Can you take every inch?”

I’ve never in my life wanted to please a man more than I do Steele. What we’re sharing feels unbearably intimate. And I want him to fall apart with the same intensity that I unraveled with minutes ago.

He groans when his cock hits the back of my throat.

Tears sting my eyes as I take even more of his hard length until I’m almost gagging.

He thumbs them away before bringing his hand to his mouth and licking the moisture.

I might be the one giving him pleasure, but I’m more turned on than I ever have been in my life. I don’t understand how that’s possible when I’m the one on my knees.

“Mmm, that’s it. Just like that. It’s so good when your muscles tighten around me. Fuck. Are you going to swallow down all my cum like a good girl, Lilah?”

I moan around him, wanting to give him this so badly.

His release crashes through him with a raw, broken groan and his cum splashes against the back of my throat as I greedily drink it down just like he asked. I feel the impact of his orgasm everywhere.

In my bones.

In my blood.

In the space between us that will never be the same again.

He doesn’t say a word as he sets down the cigar, then scoops me into his arms and carries me down the hall to his room.

The mattress dips beneath me as he leans in and says, “From now on, you sleep here with me. No clothes. I don’t want anything coming between us while we’re together.”

I don’t argue.

Because I already know there’s no going back from this.

Not now.

Maybe not ever.

30

STEELE

The golden morning light spills in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, drowsy shadows across the bedroom.