Page 10 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

NOW BEHAVE

IMOGEN

Cam slides out of me, and I roll over to watch him discard the condom. He reaches into the drawer to pull out another one, but drops it on the bed beside me. He's already hardening again, which is impressive.

He surprised the absolute fuck out of me when that authoritative side came out...

And when he told me to call him 'sir'?

Yep, if I'd been wearing underwear, they would have burst into flames.

He lowers himself over me and kisses me gently. It feels different to the intense kisses when we started this. Almost like he's pouring all his emotions into it.

I try to deepen the kiss, needing his dominant side to come back into play, which it does.

Just not in the way I was expecting.

He grips my hair in his fist to hold my head perfectly still and continues his slow, gentle kiss. His other hand explores my body, his fingers trailing over my skin in featherlight touches .

I've never had anyone kiss me like this. Touch me like this. Like he's worshipping my body, treating me with so much care, even as he controls my body.

And it's overwhelming.

His lips drift down my neck while he continues to hold me still, his wordless command to just let him do what he wants to me without trying to rush him.

He finally steps up the intensity, first nipping, then sucking the spot just beneath my ear hard. It's one of my erogenous zones, and a shiver runs through me.

He chuckles against my skin, the hand at my breast sliding slowly down my abdomen to find my clit. As he continues sucking that same spot, his fingers slide over the bundle of nerves, applying just enough pressure to make me moan.

Since I'd entered the arrangement with Sebastian, I've not been interested in solo sex with any other men.

When I've fucked Dante, it's always been with Sebastian involved.

But Sebastian has been the only man to fully own my body in two years.

Even at club nights, unless it was taking part in a group act, I've not sought the touch of any other man.

But something about Cam drew me in. It's still drawing me in. And I don't know how I feel about it.

He continues focusing on that one spot on my throat, running his tongue over it while he increases the pressure on my clit, before moving to push two fingers inside me. His thumb continues working on my clit as he moves his fingers in and out at a torturously slow pace.

He coaxes me towards my release, not increasing his pace or pressure. I buck my hips, needing him to do something ... anything ... more.

"I will stop if you keep doing that, Imogen," he growls into my ear, before returning to suck my neck.

I whimper. "Please... I need more."

He pulls back to look down at me, maintaining his grip on my hair so that I'm forced to meet his gaze while his hand continues its slow, torturous movements between my legs.

"No, you don't. You want more. What you need is for me to go so fucking slow that when the orgasm finally arrives, you'll be screaming my name.

" I gasp as his thumb flicks my clit, hard, sending a spark of pleasure through me. "Now behave."

He continues holding my gaze, and although I want to look away from the emotion I can see behind his eyes, I can't bring myself to close my eyes. He's got complete command over me and I have no choice but to submit.

What feels like an eternity later, my orgasm finally starts to build, and my body begins to tremble.

"There it is," Cam murmurs, his eyes flaring as he watches me shake beneath him.

I curl my toes, my entire body tensing in anticipation.

He increases the pressure on my clit a fraction as he thrusts his fingers deep into my pussy.

He releases his hold on my hair and grabs the condom wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it on one handed while he continues to fuck me with his hand.

No, this isn't fucking. This is something else. And I don't know how to handle it.

My back arches off the bed as the orgasm finally crashes over me, and I throw my head back, moaning his name.

"Hm, not quite loud enough," he says, yanking his hand away and slamming into me.

My inner walls clamp around him as a second, more powerful orgasm hits me, spurred on by the way his cock hits my g-spot.

"Fuck!" I scream, writhing beneath him as he rolls his hips, his eyes on my face as my lips part in a silent moan.

Good lord.

This man has my body screaming in ways that only one other man has before.

He moves inside me at the same slow pace he'd set with his fingers, holding me captive with that intense gaze. Like he can see every part of me.

I feel vulnerable. Exposed. And it's terrifying.

But my body is under his spell. I wrap my legs around him, hooking my foot around my other ankle and pulling him in deep.

Cam's eyes flare in warning when I try to meet his thrusts and get him to move faster. He grips my hair again before clamping the other hand on my hip and pinning me to the bed.

He knows exactly what I'm doing and has no intention of allowing it. Ignoring my thighs grip on his waist, he continues the slow, rolling motion with his hips, lowering his lips to mine to kiss me softly.

Slowly.

Tenderly.

My body melts into his, surrendering to his unspoken demands to bend to his will as his tongue strokes mine.

His lips never leave mine, even as he starts thrusting harder. It's been years since I've fucked in the missionary position, and I'm realising why.

It feels too much like making love. And I don't do that. Sebastian and I only kiss during foreplay, and there's no emotion behind it.

But kissing Cam, while he slides in and out of me, has so many emotions building inside me as another orgasm rises within me. When he pulls me over the edge with him as he comes, tears prick my eyes.

I'm overwhelmed.

I'm feeling things.

I'm fucked.

Once Cam slides out of me, I scramble off the bed.

"Well, this has been fun," I say, tripping over my words.

He pulls off the condom and tosses it in the bin, raising an eyebrow. "Fun, huh?"

"Yep." I grab my dress and move quickly towards the door. "Bye."

And like the chicken I am, I flee back to the safety of my people. I find Sebastian and grip the front of his shirt. "I need you to fuck me, right now. Hard."

He raises an eyebrow as his eyes run over my face. I've never once asked him for sex like that. Like I need it to remind me who I am.

"As you wish, Miss Delphine."

He allows me to drag him out through the door at the rear of the room that leads to the service elevator. Once we're on the other side of the closed door, he grips my arms. Turning me swiftly, he pushes me so that my chest and face are pressed against the door. He plunges his fingers inside me.

"Already wet? What have you been up to, Miss Delphine?" I can hear the smirk in his voice, but I have no intention of telling him anything.

"Please, sir. Just fuck me. I need it. I need you."

He pauses, and I know he's trying to work out if I've been hurt by someone out there. To understand why I'm begging him like this.

But I have no intention of telling him about what happened with Cam. That he made me feel things I've never felt before.

Things that I refuse to feel ever again.

So I press my arse back into his crotch and rub.

He chuckles darkly. "Okay Miss Delphine. I'll fuck you how you need."

I stay where I am as he undoes his pants and rolls on the condom he'd pulled from his pocket. Once he's done, he grabs my hips and slams into me.

Relief courses through me as he sets a punishing pace.

"Is this hard enough for you?" He grinds out .

"More. Please, sir."

He pulls out and shoves a finger inside me, coating it with moisture. He slams his cock back into me at the same time as he pushes his finger into my tight, puckered hole.

"Is this what you needed, dirty girl?"

I moan, closing my eyes. "Yes, sir."

His hips slam into my arse-cheeks over and over as he works a second finger into my arse.

Yes! This is what I need!

I drive my hips back, meeting him thrust for forceful thrust, as we race towards release together.

We come as one, and I cry out as the orgasm rolls through me.

Once he's recovered, Sebastian pulls away, and I turn to face him, leaning against the door and taking a few deep breaths.

He discards the condom in the bin near the door before zipping his pants back up.

He crosses his arms, his stance wide as he surveys me with a concerned expression. "Do I want to know what that was all about?"

I swallow hard and shake my head. "I'm fine."

His intense blue eyes don't leave my face, studying me like I'm a puzzle that needs to be solved.

When it becomes obvious that I'm not going to elaborate, he nods. "If you say so. But if someone hurt you, you need to tell me."

"No one hurt me. You know I'd tell you if something like that happened. I'm fine, really."

He sighs, running a hand over his face. "Alright. Are you going back in?" He nods towards the door behind me.

I shake my head. "No, I'm done." I collect my dress from the floor, and slide my arms into the sleeves before zipping it up.

I can tell he wants to demand I tell him what's wrong, but I only submit to him in the bedroom. My personality won't allow it in everyday life, and he would never push. He continues to look at me, his jaw muscles tense .

I move towards the service elevator at the back of the small room and give him a nod. "I'll see you on Monday, Sebastian."

He nods slowly in return. "Good night, Imogen."

When the elevator doors close and I'm finally alone, I lean against the wall and drop my head back, letting out a long breath.

What the fuck was that?