Page 21 of Ravage (Dark Desires #1)

CAN YOU BE QUIET, PRINCESS?

CAM

Driving Imogen crazy seems to be my new favourite kind of foreplay. The more worked up she gets, the easier it is to turn her on. Every breath I ghost over her skin, every near kiss... Each one has her spiralling.

We spend hours on the dance floor, stopping for drinks every so often to take a breather. It's close to midnight by the time I decide I've teased her enough.

Spinning her in close once again, I slide my hand down and squeeze her arse as I bring my lips to her ear.

"Should we get out of here?"

"Oh, fuck yes," she replies, sounding breathless.

I lead her outside, and we get into the first cab we see.

"Your place or mine?" I ask, and she studies my face for a moment.

"Yours is closer."

I raise an eyebrow. "Do I want to know how you know that?"

She smirks. "Probably not. "

I shake my head and give the driver my address, sliding my hand up Imogen’s thigh. She moves closer and buckles into the middle seat. I move my hand higher, and she slides her legs apart, biting her lip as she watches my hand drift beneath the hem of her short dress.

I lean closer. "Can you be quiet, princess?"

She flicks a glance towards the driver, who seems oblivious to the tension between us. "Yes," she whispers.

I inch higher, and when I make contact with her clit through her lace underwear, she presses her face into my shoulder, muffling a moan.

I turn my hand, shifting her underwear aside and rolling her clit between my fingers. She's so wet, and I grin, knowing the hours I spent building up her arousal has her exactly where I want her.

I work her up slowly, stopping each time a moan slips from her lips. I have no intention of letting her come yet. She responded so well to the edging I'd given her that first night that I want to see just how far I can push her before she falls apart.

When the cab turns into my street, I pull my hand away, and she whimpers. Chuckling, I brush my lips over her temple, before leaning forward to pay the driver once he pulls into my driveway.

She grips my fingers when I help her out of the car. Her eyes are glazed with lust, and as soon as I close the front door behind her, I turn her body so that her chest is pressed against the door, sliding my hands up her thighs to grip the band of her underwear.

"Do you want to come, Imogen?" I ask, dragging them down her legs.

"Yes," she whispers, a little sob escaping.

"How badly do you want to come?" I kneel behind her, continuing to drag the lacy fabric down her legs, inch by inch.

"So badly. Please," she begs.

I help her step out of the panties, tossing them aside before returning to stand behind her .

"I like it when you beg, Imogen." I pull her hips back slightly, then glide my hand over her arse. "If you beg enough, maybe I'll let you come."

She moans when I smack her arse. I'd suspected she'd be into spanking, and a smile ghosts across my lips when I do it again, harder.

"Fuck, please, Cam," she sobs.

I push two fingers deep into her pussy, feeling her tighten around them as she gasps.

"Yes," she whispers, her forehead pressed against the door as she pushes her hips back further, trying to fuck my fingers.

I grip her hip, forcing her to remain still. "Remember, Imogen. I control when you come."

Another sob escapes her. "Please."

I add a third finger as I fuck her lazily with my hand. She moans, doing her best to stay still, her body shaking with the effort.

"We're just getting started. I plan to make this last for hours."

She's so wet that I can hear the sucking sounds while I drive my fingers in and out, watching her pant, her chest heaving.

"Please, Cam. I need to come."

I wrench my hand away, and she lets out a strangled cry, glaring at me over her shoulder. I smirk before wrenching her around to face me. Dropping to my knees in front of her, I throw her leg over my shoulder and swipe my tongue through her pussy, before clasping her clit between my teeth.

"Fuck!" Her head hits the door as she throws it back.

I push my fingers back inside her as I suck on her clit, continuing the slow, steady pace. When I feel her start to quiver, I pull away again, looking up to find her panting as she narrows her eyes.

"You're fucking evil," she says.

I grin. "Yes, I am." Then I drop the grin. "And it's 'you're fucking evil, sir", remember? "

Her eyes flash as arousal rips through her. When her breathing starts to even out again, I suck her clit between my lips again, swirling my tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

She moans again, tipping her head back once more. Each time she's close to climaxing, I pull away.

"Please. Please. Sir. Please let me come," she pleads, tears of frustration shining in her eyes.

Deciding the torture has gone on long enough, I pick up the pace with my hand and suck hard on her clit.

"Oh. Fuck! Yes!" she screams, and the orgasm rocks through her so hard that her leg gives out.

I grip her hips, holding her up while I continue to fuck her with my fingers as her body writhes against the door.

She still coming when I move my hand away, her moans shooting straight to my cock as I rip my clothes off.

I turn her around and yank the zip of her dress down her back, letting it fall at her feet.

Keeping her back pressed against my chest, I walk her towards the kitchen counter, stopping to grab my wallet on the way to get the condom I'd added earlier.

Just in case I hadn't been able to resist fucking her in the bathroom at the club.

Bending her forward to flatten her chest on the bench, I quickly roll the condom on and slam inside her. She screams again, her body still not recovered from the epic orgasm I'd just pulled from her. I thrust hard, feeling her pussy squeeze my cock with each movement.

"Wasn't it worth the torture, princess?"

She moans as I drive myself into her over and over, pushing us both towards release.

When I feel her getting close, I reach around to pinch her clit.

She comes with another scream, and I let her pull me over the edge with her, her pussy squeezing my cock so tight that I couldn't pull out even if I’d wanted to.

Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pull her head back slowly and kiss her as she shudders.

Once we've both recovered, I ease out of her before turning her to face me. Lifting her so she's sitting on the bench, I throw the condom in the bin before kissing her again and she melts into it, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in close.

It's not long before I'm ready to go again.