Page 3 of With this Ring (Mastered #7)

A moment later, he changed the tempo to make love to her with his tongue.

When her knees buckled, he was there for her, holding her wrist tight and keeping her steady. Then he slid a finger between her slick folds.

She gasped into his mouth at the sensation of his rough, calloused finger against her most sensitive flesh.

He pulled back long enough to gently nip at her earlobe and whisper, “You have such a beautiful little pussy.”

Instantly, he took her mouth again and toyed with her clit, igniting pleasure in the tiny bundle of nerves.

Her body went rigid as he stroked and circled and teased, driving her higher and higher.

Suddenly, an orgasm overtook her, more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced.

Bucking her hips, she sought even more as the waves crashed over her. She rode his hand, grinding against him, chasing the pleasure only he could offer.

If it hadn’t been for the way his tongue filled her mouth, she would have screamed aloud, as he’d known she would.

On and on he went, slipping a finger inside her, angling his wrist to find her G-spot.

Desperate for him, she lifted onto her tiptoes and rocked her hips, simulating sex. Her body wanted him to enter her, stretching her, completing her in a way no other man ever had.

Reading her as if they’d been together dozens of times before, he eased a second finger inside, filling her, fucking her.

Her mouth and pussy were full of him, and the world began to spiral.

As if sensing her need, he pumped his fingers faster, harder, driving her closer to the edge.

Gregorio pressed the heel of his palm against her clit and rubbed hard.

She was swimming in sensation and pleasure. In him.

Disobediently, she pulled her hand from between them and wrapped her arm around his neck, hanging on with desperation, praying the moment would never end.

How many years had she fantasized about this dark, enigmatic man who was more of a stranger than a brother-in-law? Someone she had probably never truly known, even though she thought she had.

Impossibly, he deepened the intensity by adding a third finger, spreading her wider, forcing her to accept his penetration.

The stretch, the fullness, the sheer presence of him overwhelmed her. But he was also perfect, everything she’d ever wanted.

God.

She was gone, surrendered in bliss.

A shocking, powerful climax rocked her as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, and she writhed, her pussy clenching him as she drenched his hand.

Only then, when she was shattered, did he release her mouth. “Yeah. That’s right. You’re my girl.”

Still dizzy, she opened her eyes, struggling to bring the world into focus.

Gregorio filled her vision and her senses. In this moment, he was her everything. Just like he’d always been.

Taking his time, he withdrew his fingers, then held them to her mouth.

“Lick them. Taste yourself. Know that I did this to you…brought you this pleasure.”

His request was so sensual she almost came again. Her pussy tingled, craving more of him, all of him, in every way possible.

Part of her was shocked that she’d done what he said, but how could she deny him anything when he’d just given her everything?

Once his fingers were clean, he lowered his hand to pull down her dress, sending the chiffon tumbling back into place.

She blinked.

Are we finished?

He leaned forward to kiss her lips. Tasting her orgasm?

With unbelievable slowness, he traced the plunging neckline of her dress, making her breasts throb with desire. Her nipples tightened, straining against the sheer fabric of her bra, begging for his attention.

For as satisfied as she was, he’d left her wanting and emotionally bereft.

He lowered her arm, and good thing he thought to do so because it seemed to be frozen in place.

Then, in a thoughtful gesture, he rubbed her shoulder, bringing sensation back into it.

“Ready to rejoin the party?”

What the hell had he just done to her? “Wait.” No. After that? “I need my underwear back.”

“Not a chance.” Gregorio left her to unlock and open the door, then he checked the hallway in both directions.

When it was safe, he beckoned her.

On wobbly legs, her body still vibrating from the physical and emotional aftermath of what they’d shared, her mind reeling with the implications, she walked past him.

Possessively, Gregorio pressed his fingers against the base of her spine, his touch seeming to sear her even through the gown’s fabric as he guided her back toward the reception.

His simple touch, the small claim, made her heart squeeze with longing.

“Remember not to make mistakes with pretty boys.”

“So I can make bigger ones with dangerous men?”

His quick smile promised sin and salvation.

“Yeah.” He ushered her back into the ballroom. “Shall we?”

Moments later, his touch was gone. And so was he.

She glanced over her shoulder, but he was nowhere to be seen…vanished into the crowd as if he’d never been there at all.

Stunned, she wrapped her arms around herself.

Gregorio had shown up unexpectedly, turned her life upside down, then disappeared as if the event in the janitor’s closet had meant nothing to him.

If it weren’t for her missing panties, the ache between her thighs, the lingering taste of him on her tongue, and the ghost of his touch on her skin, she might have believed she’d made up the entire event.

How am I supposed to go back to my real life now?