Page 137 of On Edge

“Your pulse is racing,” he murmurs against my throat. “Is that from desire or fear of me?”

“Both.” The word comes out shakier than I intended. “But I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good. Because I’m not going to.”

He sucks hard on that spot, and I gasp at the sensation. It’s part pleasure, part sharp intensity. He’s marking me, claiming me for the world to see. Oh God, it scares me how muchIlikeit. Then he kisses me again, from the side. But, there’s nothing gentle about this one. His tongue demands entry, and I give it, opening for him, letting him consume me.

“Christ, I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, have you bound and helpless beneath me,” he says, when he breaks for a breath, and then nips at my ear. “You’re mine now.”

I tremble, my stomach tightening. I think I hear him chuckle. But then he moves off me, as I feel the loss of his heat, especially when he rucks the shirt up, exposing me.

My butt cheeks feel coolest, despite the fire, and there’s nothing I can do about it when his rough palm massages each one. Then his hand moves, mapping my body as if he’s memorizing every inch. He traces my ribs, skims across my hip bones, making me jump, and then slips between my legs. But then stops just below where I need it, fingers caressing the soft, tender part of my thighs. So close to where I’m starting to ache, but not close enough.

I’m burning up. Every nerve ending is on fire. I need him to keep going.

“Troy—” It comes out frustrated, almost a whine.

His hand starts moving entirely in the wrong direction, and I could cry from frustration.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

I feel him over me again, his mouth against my neck. “Tell me what you want, Sage.”

“I-I don’t know how to.” My voice comes out as a whisper.

I do know, I don’t want to say it out loud. If I speak, it becomes real, and right now this is a delicious nightmare that I haven’t yet worked up from.

He murmurs against my neck. “Then let me take control.”

Finally, he slips his warm hand between my legs, fingers teasing my slit, stroking maddeningly slow. “Like this?”

I nod.

But then his hand dips lower, below where I’m aching, still stroking but nowhere near where I want him.

“Here?”

I shake my head frantically.

He moves to my ass cheeks and teases the hole there.

“Or here?”

A whimper escapes before I can stop it. “No! Back where you were before.” I hate that I’m practically begging him.

His hand finally moves to where I need it most, his fingers dipping into my wetness, and then slowly, ever so slowly, circling my clit. The agonising touch makes me want to bite the rug.

“Is this what you wanted?”

I’m nodding, beyond words now.

“Tell me, Sage.”

God, he’s loving this, making me beg.“Yes. Don’t stop.”

“Good girl.”