With This Ring

Unable to hold my stare she looked away to the influx of people going about their business, putting out their daily fires. None of theirs was as dangerous as the one that I was about to jump into.

“Alright, let’s go,” I said, knowing by now Gary would already have booked me their royal suite.

In a few minutes we were in our suite. I turned around to look at her. Her face was closed off and her spine was ramrod straight. She was so close and yet so far. She was precious, not special, I cautioned myself. Precious like gemstones and diamonds. Special was what I kept for myself.

“A drink?” I asked, jerking my head towards the complimentary bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket.

“No,” she said tightly.

She was determined to make this quick and nasty so she could walk away and say it was a fuss about nothing. She was going to learn different.

I took my jacket off, sat on the bed and began to take off my shoes. My tux was next to come off. I threw it carelessly over a chair nearby, then turned around to face her as I began to take off my cuff links.

“Having second thoughts?” I drawled, when I saw her standing very still and watching me. I didn’t miss the sight of her hand tightening so desperately around the handle of her purse that her knuckles showed white. I wanted her just as ferociously.

She shook her head slowly and pulled the purse over her shoulder and let it drop to the floor. Then she pulled her T-shirt over her head, and my eyes devoured the lacy bra underneath designed to perfectly cup her generous alabaster breasts.

My throat tightened and I could barely move in anticipation. I was reminded once again of just how dangerously irresistible this woman was to me.

Like a man hypnotized I watched her unzip those deliberately ugly pants and let them fall. They slid like water all the way down those long, smooth legs and pooled around her feet.

She stepped out of them and held her hands loosely by her sides. She was trying her hardest not to appear intimidated or shy, but I knew she was a hot mess inside. I could have gone to her, made it easy, but I wanted her to come to me.

To make the final leap.

Chapter Fifty-Two

Maxim

I shrugged out of my shirt and flung it towards the chair. Only a matching lacy bikini thong covered her sex, the slight bulge making my mouth water. Holding my gaze and began to walk towards me.

It seemed like forever before she stopped in front of me.

I looked onto her eyes. “One last chance to change your mind.”

“I don’t want to,” she retorted.

“No regrets?”

“No regrets,” she echoed softly and I knew then that there was no turning back… for either of us. There never was. From that day I saw her hanging upside down from a tree on my father’s land.

I placed my hand on the side of her thigh, my skin looked dark and beastly against her fair skin. She had no idea how much pleasure the contrast gave me. I began to trace my way slowly up her white skin.

“Take off your bra.”

While she obeyed me I cradled her hips in my hands, before I slid them behind her to grab her round ass. Cupping the voluptuous flesh hard, I pulled her to me and took a fierce sniff of her sex. Instantly her smell intoxicated me to the point I feared I would climax right there and then.

“Turn around, spread your legs wide, then bend from the hips. Touch the floor if you can,” I ordered.

She looked at me with surprise.

“Well,” I mocked softly.

She pulled away from me and obeyed. She was all woman, much more than I had imagined and I had imagined plenty. The way her ass and pussy hung in front of my face was more than I could bear. I leaned forward, covered her sweet flesh with my mouth, and blew hot air through the light fabric.

“Maxim,” she breathed.

Gripping the thong in my hands, I ripped it apart with a sharp tug, and threw it on the carpet. I now had a full view of her shaved, smooth sex. All that lovely, swollen, wet, pink flesh were there for me to take, do what I wanted with. I leaned forward and licked the liquid pearl that was running down her slit. She staggered and nearly fell.

I caught her hips and speared her deep with my tongue. She did not expect that and she groaned. She was soaking wet and her taste was like once again coming home to fine wine. I licked the walls of her pussy while she squirmed and twisted. Her thighs were shaking and her breasts jiggled with the effort she was making to stay upright. I knew she was going to come. I moved my mouth away and laid back on the bed.