Dancing with her had been a shit idea. Time to say good night and go back to his apartment. But then she lifted her face again. Her eyes were bright, pupils dilated and lips parted, expectant. At that point, he couldn’t have pulled back even if he wanted.
Lowering his head, he brushed his lips against hers. When she moaned in response, he deepened the kiss, pausing to stroke her bottom lip with his tongue. Her taste…exquisite. She kissed him back with urgency, sending a surge of violent heat rushing through him. The right thing would be to pull back, but he was under a damn spell as his mouth moved over hers. And then her lips parted as if inviting his tongue to enter her mouth. He did not even try to resist. He entered her hot mouth with his tongue, and as he explored her warmth, he felt rather than heard her moans. And then her bloody hand traveled between them to his trouser waistband, but when she tried to grab the bulge between his legs, he held her wrist, moving it away. She pulled her lips from his, confusion on her face when he shook his head.
This wasn’t right.
But the primal need inside him took over, and he pressed his lips to hers again, kissing her as his hands moved all over her of their own accord. As she writhed against him, he kept one hand on her backside, pushing her core to his erection, and moved the other to cup her breast. When he rubbed her nipple through the material of her dress, she moaned against his mouth, “Let’s get out of here.”
He froze. He shouldn’t be doing this. She was a customer, and he was a manager here. But her soft murmurs coaxed him, melting his resistance.
Fuck it. He wanted her. And he wasn’t working at the moment, was he?
He took her by the hand to drag her away from the dance floor. He had no idea what madness overtook him as he pushed past bodies, unable to wait to get the human alone. As he hurried up the stairway to the first landing, it was torture keeping her body away from his for even that length of time. He hit the security panel that would allow him access to the staff area. As soon as they were in the corridor, he had her up against the wall as he kissed her again.
His office…they needed to get to his office…
But his beast wanted her with a hunger he couldn’t handle. He edged his body between her legs, rubbing against her as he kissed her, hard, his hands traveling over her body. He cupped her breast in his palm again, massaging the soft flesh before he pushed the material aside. She whimpered against his mouth when he stroked her nipple, her body jolting in his arms. He kissed his way down her neck and then took the erect bud into his mouth, sucking hard. He didn’t intend to be forceful and was about to take it down a notch when she gasped, “Yes…more…”
Moving his hand from her waist, he slipped it under the hem of her dress, trailing his fingers up the insides of her thighs until he touched material. Her fingers gripped his shoulders as she spread her legs wider, inviting him to explore her. His mouth moved to her other nipple, licking and teasing, as he slipped his fingers inside her panties. She was soaked, and knowing how much she wanted him only drove his own need. He slid a finger across her slit, and she moaned something unintelligible. When he pushed a finger into her tight opening, she drew a deep breath, her fingers pulling at his jacket as she released a small cry. His fangs threatened to emerge at the sound, but he forced them back.
She’s human.
She might want him, but it didn’t mean she was ready to see his beast. As he worked a second finger inside her, he whispered, “You’re so tight.” She tensed at his words, but he rubbed his thumb over her clit to relax her. Another deep moan escaped her mouth before her hips undulated, her inner muscles contracting as if she wanted to pull him in deeper. As he pushed into her, she grew even wetter as she pumped over his fingers.
“Oh…that feels so good—”
He shut her words off as he slanted his mouth over hers, pressing her lips open with his tongue. As he pushed his tongue into her mouth, its thrusts matching those of his fingers, her body shook and hips rocked harder. Her fingers went to his hair, twisting through it, her passionate whimpers urging him on.
Damn, if this continued, he would fuck her here in the corridor. Judging by how turned on she was, she wouldn’t stop him, either. But he wanted to be somewhere private with her. Somewhere he knew they wouldn’t be disturbed.
He pulled his fingers out of her, and she whimpered a protest. “Please…I need—”
“I know.” His voice was strained, the urge to pull her to the floor and fuck her here strong. He took her arm again, leading her through the corridor. Outside his office, he grabbed the keys from his jacket, and as he struggled to open the door, she went to work on his neck, licking and sucking. “Wait,” he growled. “You’re not making this easier.”
Bu then he drew his arm around her waist, pulling her up against his erection as he kissed her, turning the key with his other hand. Finally, the door opened, and he pushed her in ahead of him.
She glanced around the room, at the desk and sofas. “Your office?”
“Yes.”
He kicked the door shut and then pulled her to him, kissing her savagely and maneuvering her until the back of her legs were against the sofa. Lowering her on to it, he covered her body with his. He used his knee to separate her thighs, settling between them as he plunged his tongue inside her mouth. He wanted to explore and kiss every inch of her, but there would be time for that later. For now, the need to be inside her was too strong.
He gripped the hem of her dress, separating his lips from hers and moving back so he could pull the clothing over her arms. Despite the sexy dress, her underwear was of plain white cotton, designed for function, but he’d never seen anything more enticing. He opened the clasp of her bra, getting rid of the contraption. Her breasts were creamy, the tips pink and erect in invitation. He pulled her panties down over her heels and then stood back to remove his own clothing. As he stared down at her body, wanting to take in every dip and curve, he sensed her tense under his gaze. An unexpected reaction…
He got rid of his jacket and shirt, and her mouth fell open at the sight of his muscled chest. Her gaze fixed on the tattoo on his shoulder before moving down, lingering on his trouser waistband. He returned her fascination with a grin as he pulled down his trousers and boxers. She glanced at his erection before her eyes darted away. If he wasn’t so damn desperate to fuck her, he would have wondered about that, too.
He lowered himself onto her, the feel of her naked body sending him over the edge. As he kissed her, he palmed her breasts, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. It had the effect he wanted. She moaned, arching against him, her body begging for more. He lifted his mouth from her lips, moving down to latch on to her nipple, sucking it as he rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger.
“Yes…” she moaned, her hands going to the back of his head and gripping him to her tight. As she squirmed underneath him, panting, she spread her legs, inviting him in. She wanted this as much as he did.
Keeping one hand on her breast, he took the other between them, pushing into her tight entrance until she was slick and wanting around his fingers. And then he kissed her again as his hands went to her thighs, spreading them further apart. His breathing was labored as he pressed into her, only to experience resistance. When he pushed harder, she released a small cry, but this time it was not of pleasure…but of pain. Shit. Was she…? She couldn’t be. Not someone as passionate as her…
He lifted his face to look at her, but she turned hers away, unwilling to meet his eyes. Damn it; she was a virgin? Or had been until he’d taken her virginity like a fucking pubescent. He wanted nothing more than to finish this, but he forced himself to pull out of her, cursing as he did.
He turned his back to her…to her naked form, struggling to calm down. When he could speak, he said, “Get dressed and leave.”
THE HUMILIATION WAS UNBELIEVABLE.
Why the hell hadn’t she had sex when she was at university instead of behaving like the good girl she’d been taught to be?
He now ra
n a hand through his dark hair, his naked back still to her as he spoke again. “You should get going.”
Yes, she should. Back to that boring life. In just over two months, that religious ceremony would take place, and then she would be with Michael forever. Dear God, the thought of having sex with him turned her cold. Was he really to be her first proper sexual experience? The prospect made her want to hide inside herself.
Until now, she believed she’d adjusted to the situation, welcomed it even. It was the way things were in their community, and the way she’d been brought up to be…but she was going into a lifetime of sex for procreation and not pleasure. And whether or not she welcomed it, she would be expected to share Michael’s bed whenever he demanded.
Her eyes returned to the man before her. In the short time she’d been with him, he’d given her a pleasure she’d never expected to experience. Even now, heat surged through her at the thought of how far they’d gone. Yes, there had been pain, but there was also the pleasure of him filling her. But instead of continuing, he’d pulled away. As she stared at his magnificent form, muscled and masculine, she ached to be close to him. She couldn’t bear to leave this unfinished. This was her one chance to have such an experience with a man, and she didn’t care about humiliating herself for it.
“I want this,” she told him.
His gaze remained stuck to the carpet. “I can’t. And I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it go so far.”
Her voice hardened. “I’m getting married soon, and—well, let’s just say he doesn’t do it for me—” She broke off, because it was the first time she’d admitted that to anyone. Even her friends thought she was waiting until after marriage only because it was the Association way. They had no idea she felt no desire for her future husband.
“That’s why you still haven’t—” When she said nothing, he lifted his eyes, his brow creased. “Why the hell are you even marrying him?”
“Because I have to.”
“Have to…not because you want to?”
She shook her head. Again, something she’d never admitted before. It was a relief to let the mask slip. For an organization that purported to place great emphasis on truth, its members weren’t allowed to express it, were they? Something fell on to her cheek, and Ivy wiped at it. Tears? Of course there would be. Before now, she’d never allowed herself to consider how unhappy she was about her decision…that she didn’t want to marry Michael and was only doing it because there was no other choice.
“Please,” she said, “I want this before I...”
He shifted closer and wiped at her tears. He stared at the drop on the end of his finger. “Are you sure you want this?” When she nodded, he looked around the room. “In an office…on a sofa…you want this to be your first time?”
Again, she spoke the truth. “As long as it’s with you, I don’t care…”
She was unable to finish because his lips met hers. As her need for him spiked, he murmured against her mouth, “How much have you experienced?”
She contemplated lying, but although her lack of sexual experience was embarrassing, she felt as if she could tell him the truth. “My fiancé and I have only kissed…”
He lifted his face, frowning down at her. He took a hand to her breast, flicking her nipple and sending another shot of heat to between her legs. “You’d never experienced this before?” She shook her head as a small whimper left her mouth. He kissed her lips again, his mouth moving down to her breast. As he sucked one nipple and then the other, an ache wound tight inside her. “Please…”
He lifted his head, his eyes on her face as he stuck a finger into her sex again, pumping until she bit her bottom lip to hold back the wanton cry. “And I suppose nobody had touched you here before, either?”
She panted loud, his words and exploration of her private parts almost driving her to beg him to end the torture. And then he pulled his finger out of her, taking her by the shoulders and easing her back on to the sofa.
He kneeled between her legs and then palmed her thighs, spreading them before he lifted her hips. And then…dear God…he pressed his lips against her sex. After a soft kiss, he closed his mouth around her clit, forcing a scream from her lips. He sucked her there, soft and then harder, growling at the same time. An intense heat gathered at her core, threatening to overwhelm her as her hands gripped his hair, pressing him tighter against her. And then he shifted, running his tongue all the way up her slit. She trembled underneath him, sensation after sensation shooting through her.
Just as the pressure became too much to bear, he sat back, pulling her by the shoulders as if she weighed nothing and straddling her across his lap. She didn’t get a chance to look at him before he took her lips again. With one hand gripping her hair and holding her in place, he used the other to shift her hips and lower her onto his erect manhood. He was gentler this time, easing into her inch by inch, making her moan with pleasure. With one final push, he was all the way inside her. This time, there was no pain, only the intensity of him being inside her. But even as anticipation rushed through her, he did not move.
“You feel amazing,” he moaned against her mouth. “But I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
He said nothing more before kissing her. He kept one hand wrapped in her hair and moved the other between them to stroke her clit. And as he did, an urge to undulate against him took over. Her hips rose instinctively, and she slid across his shaft until he was nearly out of her before she pushed down again. “Fuck…” he groaned, tightening his grip in her hair.
She’d prepared herself to experience sex as something to be endured…but this…she couldn’t describe the feeling as she moved along his manhood, her inner muscles tightening and pulling him deeper. Was such pleasure even possible? She moved faster, a desperation inside her taking over.
“Fuck!” he swore. His head fell back, his eyes closed as he moved both his hands to her hips. Gripping her tight, he lifted her and brought her down again and again, increasing the pace, loud grunts leaving his mouth. As they moved against each other, desperation driving them both, she gasped and shuddered…and then, she was screaming out in pleasure as there was a strong release between her legs. As every muscle inside her tensed, he continued to thrust inside her until he released a loud cry, and there was a warm gush inside her as he also came.
His eyes still closed, he pulled her to him so her head rested against his chest, both of them struggling to control their breathing. “That was…beyond amazing,” he whispered. Finally, his palm went to her face, urging her to look up at him. His brown eyes were warm. “Are you all right? I didn’t hurt you?”
She shook her head. “That was perfect.”
As she smiled at him, his eyes flickered again. Except this time there was no mistaking that the light in his gaze was real. There were no LED lights in this office…nothing that could cause that effect.
He wasn’t, was he…? No...
She pushed off him and stood, shaking as she pulled on her underwear. As she reached for her dress, he asked, “What happened?”
“N-nothing—” She pulled the dress straps over her shoulders, biting back the tears.
He stood and held her arm, turning her to face him. “What’s wrong?”
His eyes flashed again, and she pulled back from him. “Y-you’re a supernatural?”
He froze. “You didn’t know?”
“No. I thought that—” Rehana had probably told her all the staff here were humans only to get her into the zone. And once she met him, Ivy got so carried away that she didn’t consider any alternative.
“It’s nothing to be afraid of. I’m just like anyone else.”
Except that he wasn’t, was he? He was abnormal…an abomination, her church called him. “What are you? What kind of supernatural?”
As he stood to pull on his trousers, he looked as if he didn’t want to answer. “It doesn’t make a difference—”
“Please. I need to know.”
“I’m a shifter
…a lion shifter.” Dear God. He was one of those who had a beast inside him. Creatures like him were known to change when they were agitated…he could have transformed while he had sex with her. The thought made her want to retch. Was this her punishment for resorting to sin? When she made for the door, he said, “Don’t leave like this.” Still bare-chested, he stepped around her, standing between her and the door.
“Please let me go.” And now her disgust changed to fear. Nobody else knew she had come to this office. What if he turned into a beast and ravaged her? What if…
He stared into her eyes for a moment before stepping aside. She opened the door and stumbled through it. The right…they’d come from the right. Through the blur of her tears, she managed to find the door they’d entered through. He’d used a security panel to enter, but there were no such controls to exit. She stepped back into the crowd on the upper landing of Freefall. As she blindly walked through the shadows that moved around her, she bumped into someone.
“Hey!” shouted the guy, turning to look at her, irritated. And then he frowned at her expression. “Are you all right?”
She ignored him and carried on, the lights disorientating her, but she somehow made her way down the stairs without falling. She didn’t bother looking for her friends, because she needed fresh air before she threw up. After finding the exit, she ran all the way to the car park, her eyes searching frantically until she spotted the limo. When she approached, the chauffeur opened the door, and she sat inside, grateful.
As she rested her head back against the seat, a call came through from Rehana. “Where are you, Ivy?”
“I had a bit too much to drink and had to get out of there. I’m in the limo.”
“And there we were, thinking you’d gone off with that hot piece.” She didn’t respond to that. “Anyway, we’re not leaving you on your own. We’re on our way out, too. See you soon.”
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