She closed her eyes, pressing her lips together. I snapped her panties again, this time taking my finger to the other side, and pried her folds wide enough for a kiss. I pressed my lips to her, exposing the sugary syrup to my tongue. Fuck. She was delicious.
I was hard as steel.
“You shouldn’t have done it like that,” she whispered. “My research …” Her voice trailed off as I sank my tongue between her velvety lips and sucked against her clit. “… my laptop … my bag … at the library.”
I rose from between her legs, eyeing her. I had to suppress a groan. All I could think about was ripping the panties from her and fucking her with my tongue relentlessly. But I needed her to say it.
“It was worth every fucking minute you spent waiting here to have my tongue on your pussy, wasn’t it?” I ran my tongue to her entrance, shoving the panties out of my way.
“Oh shit.” She clutched the covers in her fists.
I looked up again.
Her skin was flushed. Her tits hardened in pointy peaks. She was a fucking goddess. I unzipped my dress pants, releasing my cock from the strain. With a few flicks, my buttons were off my shirt and it was on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
I climbed on top of her, sliding toward her breasts. I stroked one nipple, massaging it with my thumb.
“Oh God,” she mewed.
Her voice kindled a jerk from my cock. It beaded with dew. Her eyes settled on my crown with heady lust. She swirled her tongue over her lips.
“Why can’t you say what you want?” I pushed her. I wanted those dirty words on her lips as much as I wanted her lips on my cock. “Tell me to fuck you, Sapphire,” I teased.
Her eyes fired sparks of cobalt and navy. She was holding back. Was she trying to prove the girl I met no longer existed? Was she someone new now? A student without an ounce of sexual desire. I didn’t fucking buy it for a second.
I leaned back, yanking her panties in my fist. She yelped. My fingers squeezed her nipple roughly. She hissed as my cock pressed to her lips.
“You can have all of it. Fucked everywhere. You know how I make you come. How I make you scream.”
She inhaled sharply.
“You have to ask the king for what you want, baby.”
I slid along her body, lying against her, grabbing her hair at the base of her neck. She gasped.
“Do you want me to let you go?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Then talk,” I demanded, drawing her lips to mine.
I could feel her breath rapid and frantic. Her eyes darted back and forth. There was no fear. Only carnal desire dripping from her gaze.
I had her.
Twenty
Molly
“Oh God,” I whispered. His lips were like lava, burning and searing my mouth with promises I couldn’t refuse. He taunted me. Tempted me. Left my body open like a live wire bouncing with no way to be grounded, except by him.
He could soothe me. Satisfy me.
If only I’d say the words.
Somewhere in this mind of mine, I was Sapphire. The reckless girl who gave into her sex kitten side did exist. Only, I didn’t know it until I met Damon. I never pictured myself that way before. Never considered submission to be something I’d love or even crave. Never knew asking for what I wanted could be as much of a turn on as a touch. That dirty words could take me to a far off place where I dwelled in waves of lust.
I liked that place. And with Damon’s naked body hovering over mine, he reminded me how amazing that dirty place was. But I had to be willing to take the leap. I had to travel there on my own, or I was going to lose my ticket. The king had the power to revoke my passport to this new land of sex my body had just discovered.