-Adrian-
Everything about her drives me wild. Her scent, her warmth, the way she responds to my touch—it's intoxicating. My arousal grows as I lightly place my hand over her warmth, letting my pinky run along the fabric of her dress. The feeling is intense, electric, and I can't help but pull her closer, completely captivated by her. She sinks into me, her body melting against mine. Our bodies mold together so perfectly that there's no question about our sexual chemistry or how good we'll be together.
"Let me be clear about my rules," I growl, my voice dark and commanding despite the fire raging inside me. "The blindfold will go on and stay there until after I leave. From this point forward, you give me your full trust. Whatever I say goes."
Her chest rises and falls faster at my words. I hold myself perfectly still so she doesn't get even a glimpse of me. The rules are there for a reason, and I damn well intend to follow them to the letter.
I move my mouth to her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "Do you have any questions or objections?"
"Ummm..." A soft gasp rolls out of her mouth as I flick my tongue behind her earlobe. Her breathing gets louder, more ragged.
"You can still get out of this if you want," I murmur, dropping my hand lower, giving her one last chance to walk away. Even as I say it, I hope to hell she doesn't take it.
I start nibbling on her neck, right where her marking spot is. It pisses me off, what her friends said. She technically has a fated mate. But the bastard doesn't want her, yet never rejected her either—keeping her in limbo, denying her the chance to move on. I pray she doesn't want to stop this.
She freezes under my touch, and for a moment I think I've lost her. As much as I want her—and goddess, do I want her—I need to hear that she doesn't want to back out. That as crazy as this is, she's a willing participant and doing this on her own accord, not because her friends set her up.
"I require consent," I say firmly, an edge to my voice. "Your friends said you wanted this. Is that true?"
She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. I can feel her internal struggle, the war between desire and propriety.
"Give me a yes," I demand, my patience wearing thin. "Or a no."
She takes a moment, and I hold my breath. Then, confidently: "Yes."
Thank the Goddess, Nox rumbles in satisfaction.
If she had told me no, I would have respected her wishes and walked out. But it would have involved tearing myself away from her, which would have been its own kind of torture. Being this close to her is like an invitation to something goddess-blessed. Having to step away would be unbearable.
"Good," I say, not bothering to hide the possessive satisfaction in my voice. "Close your eyes and keep them shut. If you open them before I blindfold you, this ends. Understand?"
She whimpers and nods. I struggle to restrain myself from turning her head and claiming her mouth with no restrictions. The temptation is almost overwhelming.
"If you don't submit to me fully, there will be no warning. I will stop and leave. Have I made myself clear?" I drag my hand up her body and between her cleavage that's rising and falling with her shortened breath. Then I grasp her chin and push her head back onto my shoulder, scraping my cheek against hers. Another tiny whimper escapes her, and my dick pulses in response.
"Answer me," I command, needing to hear her voice.
"Mmmmhmmm," she manages, the sound somewhere between a moan and an affirmation.
I smile darkly at her consent and the fact that I'm already affecting her like this. I haven't even done anything yet, and she's like a cork ready to be popped. I inch my other hand along the inside of her thigh, slowly creeping it towards her heat. She shudders against me, and I grunt with satisfaction.
"You've never done this before?" I ask, my voice rough with desire.
"What? A one night stand?" she asks, her voice breathless.
I stroke her heart-shaped lips, enjoying how her warm breath seeps into my finger. "No, little wolf," I chuckle darkly. "Have you ever fucked a stranger?"
She grabs onto my thighs, her fingers digging in slightly. "No, I haven't."
My cock twitches at her admission. Her hands are a buzz of energy, awakening every nerve ending in my body where she touches me.
"You're nervous," I state, not a question.
"I...."
I hold my finger to her lips, silencing her. I can't stand not being in front of her anymore. "Blindfold first, little wolf."
I step back and pull out the silk tie I bought from the store downstairs. The sales clerk looked at me like I was crazy when I asked for scissors to cut it. I wrap it around her head carefully, making sure it's secure but not too tight, then I move in front of her.
She's even more gorgeous up close. Her skin competes with the smoothness of the silk. I wish I could see her eyes, but these are the rules. She swallows hard and licks her full lips, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to claim them with my own.
I want to kiss her. Really kiss her. But without her seeing me and being able to know who she's kissing, it seems too intimate. So I restrict myself and set a new boundary. I can do everything with her, but I won't kiss her lips. Because I have a feeling if I do, I won't be able to stop or ever get her out of my mind again. So it's to protect myself more than her.
"Do you know what I've wanted to do since I saw you across the club?" I ask, my voice husky with barely restrained desire.
"No," she whispers, her lips parting slightly.
I possessively hold the back of her head, and I touch her lips while speaking. "Spend every second of the rest of the night making you unravel in ways you never have before."
I think to myself: Yep, do not kiss her. She will ruin me. Instead, I kiss her everywhere except her lips. I focus on her jaw and neck, then push the straps of her dress down to focus on her breasts, unclasping her strapless bra and tossing it onto the floor.
Who am I kidding? I think as I worship her body with my mouth. She's going to ruin me with or without her lips.
"You're beautiful," I murmur against her skin, my voice rough with need. "Every inch of you."
Her hands find my shoulders, gripping tightly as if she needs something to anchor her. I can feel her pulse racing beneath my lips as I trail kisses down her neck.
"Tell me what you want," I command, my tone brooking no argument. "Don't be shy."
She hesitates, and I can sense her struggle to articulate her desires. I decide to help her along.
"Do you want me to touch you?" I ask, my hands hovering just above her skin. "To taste you?" I let my breath ghost over her nipple. "To make you forget everything but how good I can make you feel?"
"Yes," she breathes, the word coming out as a plea. "All of it."
I smile against her skin, a predatory gleam in my eyes that she can't see. "As you wish, little wolf."
This is going to be a long, pleasurable night, Nox purrs in satisfaction.
And for once, we're in complete agreement.