by Aja Cole
“Hm?” Diabolical, this side of him. This side that likes to watch me lose my mind with need, that relishes in giving me more pleasure than I thought possible.
My toes curl and I clutch the straps that are restraining my wrists when wax hits the top of my mound. I want it so badly but I’m also nervous too. But my need is greater than my fear by now. I don’t give a damn, he just better give me something.
“Oh my God,” I whimper, feeling the warm heat glide on either side of my labia. The damn guy must have two candles.
But the warmth I feel on my clit next is different.
It’s his mouth, and the orgasm takes me by surprise, rolling through my body almost gently. I shudder against it, body tight and trying to get as close to his touch as possible.
That’s why I yelp when I feel the cold on my nipple that’s not molded by wax. Then that cold trails down my abdomen, making my stomach spasm, and it drags along the sides of my hips and over my inner thighs and I tremble with the competing sensations. Being blindfolded just makes everything that much more euphoric.
All I feel is raw need. Ash’s tongue plays with my clit without mercy, suckling and teasing, what I now know is ice melting cold trails over my pussy that contradict the feverish feeling inside my body.
I feel bereft for the briefest moment when he moves away, then he’s back, mouth settling over mine and breathing in my small sounds of want.
“You were perfect, baby,” he murmurs, and I feel his cock at my entrance, pressing forward. But instead of sinking inside me completely, he stays shallow, stroking in and out but only for an inch or two. My nerves are firing and my walls are clenching around him, trying to pull him deeper.
But Ash takes his time, each short pump only sending him a little bit further but making me a lot more wild. I pull against my restraints, tossing my head and damn near sobbing because it feels so good but it’s not enough.
I need all of him. I want all of him.
“Mushrooms,” I whisper, and he immediately stills. “I don’t need to play anymore, I just need you.”
Within what feels like seconds, he has me released from the ties and the minute he does, I whip my blindfold off and pounce on him. We roll on the bed, wax flaking off, hands desperate. It’s a fight for control and I’m going to lose, but who the hell cares?
He pins me, a growl in his throat and his cock buried inside my heat, hands twined with mine above my head. I urge him on with my heels in his flanks, meeting his every stroke, licking and sucking at his skin. It’s everything I want and more.
So much more.
He clutches me to his strong body as he finishes inside of me, falling to his side so I’m facing him with one of my legs still wrapped around his body.
“You’re dangerous,” he says huskily, wonder in his grey eyes, running a hand over my side and back up. I love that he never seems like he’s able to stop touching me.
“And I’m all yours.” I rake my hands through his hair and pull his mouth to mine, sealing our night with a kiss. “So, do I get to cover you in hot wax next?”
He bursts out laughing and pulls away from me, dragging me behind him to the bathroom.
Alright, I guess I’ll accept an answer later.
Much, much later…
Shhhhh…
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Excerpt
I would recognize her anywhere.
Other people wouldn’t, and most likely don’t.
All they would see is the different hair, the different colored eyes, and the more reserved demeanor.
But I know better.
It’s in the way her hips swing the tiniest bit without her consent. It’s the way her lips have a permanent pout to them that haunts my dreams. It’s the distinctive sheen to her brown skin that makes it look like bronzed gold when it peeks through her modest clothing.
I sit in the corner of the small establishment on the outskirts of Marrakesh, blending into the dim atmosphere and keeping to myself.
I’m only here for her.
I trailed her as she wove through the street markets, tracking her through the many tourists and sellers of goods that lined the narrow streets that snake through the medina.
The Souk el Attarine was heady in itself, heavy with the smells of bright spices and perfumes, but she held my attention.
Now, I watch her in silence as she sits with an older man and his young companion, talking quietly.
When she leaves, I follow her as she clings to the shadows thrown by the buildings at night, turning down a series of short alleys.
I keep a good distance, moving around the corner of her last alleyway.
She’s quicker than I thought, and she’s not the only one who can wear a convincing disguise.
“Qu’est-ce que vous voulez?” Her naturally husky voice is harsh and disturbs the hair at the nape of my neck, while her knife presses against my jugular.
There’s no hesitation or shaking, she’ll press it further into my skin if she doesn’t like my answer.
“Your family’s well, but I’m sure your guard dogs have told you that.”
She stills, but doesn’t remove her threat.
“Elias.” Her tone is flat and unimpressed and she lowers her weapon, but not before I feel a small flash of pain.
I turn to her and wipe my thumb across the front of my neck, eyeing the smear of blood.
“I’ve been looking for you, Naja.”
She lowers her scarf, revealing hair that’s now a chestnut brown instead of her natural black. Her eyes are an eerie shade of brown-gold, and I’m not sure how much is due to the contacts she’s wearing. She purses her lips, annoyance in her gaze.
“You found me, and I won’t ask again. What the hell do you want?”
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