Page 91 of The Delta’s Rogue (Crescent Lake #4)

She does as I say, meeting my gaze in the reflection. The black of her pupils hides the deep brown of her eyes. Her stare is filled with heat and desperate need. Her breaths are erratic and fast, forcing her lips to stay parted .

She leans back into my chest, letting my warmth and strength embrace and support her as I play with her pliant, willing, and responsive body.

“When I look at you”—my hands resume their wandering caresses—“I see a female who has captivated me since the moment we met.” One hand slides down the flat plane of her abdomen and brushes right above her clit, while the other travels up and wraps around her throat.

“I see a strip of red fabric winding around your neck, tied in the back with a bow. I see sheer black lace giving me sneak peeks of the parts of you I didn’t think I deserved to touch.

Butterflies flutter and waves of pleasure thrum through me when I remember the way you tasted when I placed my lips on yours the first time, when I remember the way your eyes sparkled with desire and mischief every time I fought my urges to give in to everything you awakened within me. ”

My hands move lower. The one around her throat journeys to her breasts again, teasing and stroking them.

The other ghosts across her clit and over to her inner thigh, where it caresses up and down in painfully slow movements.

She gasps and twitches, searching for my hand, but I keep my touch away from where she wants it most.

“After you left me,” I continue, “I dreamt of your beauty often. The rapture in your expression as you fucked my face. The way your tits bounced as you rode my dick. The way you surrendered your everything to me as we became one for the first time. I replayed it all in my head as often as I could, to ensure I’d never forget you or anything about you. ”

Sarina’s skin warms beneath my touch, and her eyes track the path of my hands—like I told her to. Like the good fucking girl she is.

Her muscles relax, and she allows me to manipulate her body.

I guide her to move with my touch. Her hips roll at the slightest prompting, and her back arches with the barest caress of my fingertips on her nipple.

The curving of her spine places the swell of her breast into my hand—exactly where I want it.

Her palms flatten against the glass, and her neck circles, easing the rest of her tension.

“And now? You’re right when you say you look nothing like you did before.

But not because you’re less beautiful. No.

If anything, you’re more beautiful. These scars?

” I kiss her neck, kiss every inch of the scarring I can reach.

“These scars don’t scare me. They don’t take away from your beauty.

They add to it.” I trace my nose across her neck, reversing the path of my kisses.

“Every time I look at you, I forget how to speak. Every time you smile at me, I turn into a giddy teenager with his first crush. Whenever I see you, whether you’re in my clothes that are too big for you or the most extravagant ballgown or nothing at all, my knees buckle and my heart leaps, and all I want to do is hold you and kiss you and love you. ”

I lift my chin to watch her in the window’s reflection again.

“That’s how I see you, Sarina. As a beautiful, sexy, enthralling goddess who owns all of me.

But that’s not all I see. I also see your bravery and your strength, someone who is willing to give everything to protect those who can’t protect themselves.

I see a fighter, a warrior, someone who wakes up every day and chooses to put one foot in front of the other, even when the pain in her beautifully scarred soul is so heavy that all she wants to do is hide away from the world. ”

Her chin lifts at my praise, and her eyes water with emotion, but she keeps them locked on our reflections, locked on my hands as they play with her and tease her.

I massage her breast, scraping over the brown tip with my palm, and my other hand skates across to her opposite leg, teasing her clit as it passes.

Sarina doesn’t fight me this time, doesn’t try to follow my touch with her pussy. Instead, she softens. She melts into me. She gives up control completely to let me lead her into the deepest depths of desire.

Fuck, I love when she’s like this—lost in a swirling whirlpool of lust and sensuality, where the only things that matter to her are my touch and my words as I guide her through wave after wave of ecstasy.

I forgot how perfect she is when she surrenders to me, when she allows me to show her exactly how much pleasure her body can take.

There may not be a collar around her throat tonight, but she slips into her role as my sub as easily as she did that first night in the club all those years ago.

“I see a queen, Sarina,” I tell her as my fingers make their way to her pussy. “A queen who deserves to be loved and worshiped.”

Her head drops against my chest as I swipe the tips of my fingers through her entrance.

Arousal coats her pussy, drenching my digits as they toy with her most sensitive body part.

I kiss her neck, licking and sucking the spot where I’ll soon sink my teeth in to mark her as mine, and I dip my index finger into her pussy.

She hums out her pleasure, and my finger twists as I slip it in and out of her. I pump it faster and then slower, changing the depth as well as the speed with each insertion. Her pussy accepts my digit greedily. Hungrily .

She was ready for this, for tonight. She wanted this—needed this—more than I realized.

Her hips pulse in time with the pumping of my finger, and I slip a second in as well.

The heel of my palm presses on her clit, and she moves faster, grinding herself harder against my hand in response.

I squeeze her breast before bracing myself against the window so her body presses against as much of me as possible while I fuck her with my fingers.

“ Sebastián …”

Her hand covers mine, and she links our fingers together. Her eyes shut, but I nip at her neck, forcing them open again.

“Don’t close your eyes,” I scold. “You need to see how pretty your plump lips look when they’re parted because you can’t catch your breath.

Look at how perfectly your gorgeous pussy takes my fingers inside it.

Watch how your body moves where I want it to, how your muscles tighten and relax as you writhe in ecstasy, and how your breasts dance to the rhythm of our hearts and the music of your seductive moans. ”

She angles her head down, and her eyes lock on my fingers as they slip in and out.

Heat and pleasure—both mine and hers—thrum through me, and I rock against her too, mimicking her movements and helping her stay upright.

The walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers, and she moves faster, chasing her orgasm.

“That’s it,” I encourage her. “Watch yourself, Sarina. Watch yourself fall apart around my fingers. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come for me.”

I move my palm so my thumb can float over her clit. I’m harder than ever as I watch her.

A long, low moan floats out of her mouth, and her pussy walls flutter as she topples over the edge and into the abyss of delight.

Her moan shifts to tiny groans of excitement as I tease her clit in time with the pulses of her hips.

They’re fast at first as she crests over the peak of her orgasm, then they slow to languid, luxurious body rolls as she works to draw out the sensations for as long as possible.

I grit my teeth to prevent myself from coming too.

I already broke my promise to myself when I blew my load while watching Sarina fall apart in my arms the other day.

Tonight, I want to make sure she receives as much pleasure as possible before I sink my teeth into her neck and fill her pussy with my cum.

But fuck, she is making it difficult to stay true to that desire.

“Taste yourself.” I slip my fingers from her pussy and raise them to her mouth. “Taste how fucking delicious you are.”

She wraps her lips around them. Her tongue swipes and swirls as she licks and sucks my fingers clean.

“Do you believe me now when I say you’re beautiful? Do you understand what I see when I look at you?”

“Yes.” She rests her flushed cheek against the cool glass.

“Yes, what?”

Her eyes flick to me over her shoulder, and they flash with playfulness as she spins to face me. My hands fall from her body as she leans back and raises her tits higher with the arching of her spine.

“Yes, my king.”

Fuck me. I always found it so sexy when she would say “yes, sir” to me, and that’s what I thought she would respond with now.

I didn’t expect her to say “yes, my king”. And I definitely didn’t expect to like it so damn much.

I never wanted to be an alpha, let alone the king. But to be her king? Sarina’s king?

It’s not the future I pictured for us when I realized what she was to me. It’s not what I would have chosen for myself. Now? There’s nothing I want more.

“Say it again,” I growl.

“Yes, my king.”

In one swift motion, I smash my lips against hers and lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around me, and I cup her ass in my hands.

I squeeze and massage it, letting my fingertips tease her pussy as I explore the perfect roundness of her ass.

Her fingers weave into my messy hair, holding my face in place as I move us to the bed.

“ Te amo, mi reina ,” I say between our kisses, then I lay her down beneath me.

Her dark hair fans out behind her, and her knees drop, leaving her spread wide for me.

My hands move everywhere—her hips, her thighs, her stomach, her breasts.

None of her is left untouched. I explore every inch of her perfection, my hands unable to move fast enough to give all of her body the attention it needs .