I should leave her alone. I know I should. But I can’t.
I’m pacing my office like a caged animal, with my fists clenched and my head pounding. My blood’s still hot from what happened at the gala. Hearing Tina moan for me again.
I should’ve taken her in that dark corner. Bent her over, shoved her dress up, and claimed her where anyone could walk in on us and see.
You’re mine, sassy. No one else touches what belongs to me.
The words are still ringing in my head. I didn’t plan to say them, didn’t plan to lose control like that. But when I saw her dancing with that piece of shit, smiling like she didn’t belong to me, like I hadn’t already marked her, I fucking snapped.
And now I can’t stop picturing her face when I had her pinned to the wall. Can’t stop thinking about her wet and clenching around my fingers, her breathless little cries driving me fucking insane.
I drag a hand down my face. I need to fucking cool it and forget about this girl. But my feet are already moving. Down the hall. Past the other guest rooms. To her door.
I tell myself I’m just checking on her. Just making sure she’s okay. But when I push her door open, all my excuses burn to ash.
She’s sleeping, sprawled across the bed, tangled in the sheets, one bare leg resting over the blanket.
Her dress is gone, replaced by a thin shirt and sleep shorts that barely cover her full ass.
Her hair’s a mess, tumbling wildly across the pillow. Her face is soft and relaxed. Plump lips parted, breaths slow.
So fucking pretty. So sweet. So mine.
I shouldn’t touch her. But I’m already moving.
I grip her ankle, sliding my fingers over her soft skin. Tina stirs in her sleep, her brow twitching.
When I lean down, I breathe her in. Fuck. That warm, soft scent will be the death of me.
I kiss her calf first, dragging my mouth higher over soft, warm skin. Sweet enough to make my teeth ache.
Her breathing hitches.
I kiss her knee.
She shifts again, her lips parting, her hand curling in the sheets.
I don’t stop.
I trail my mouth up her lush thigh. Soft kisses that turn hungry. My tongue flicks, tasting her.
Wake up, sassy.
Her breath catches and finally, finally, her gorgeous brown eyes flutter open.
“Aslan?” Her voice is sleepy, soft and confused.
I don’t answer.
I grab her round hips, drag her down the bed, and press my lips to her pussy, mouthing her through her thin cotton shorts.
She gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair.
“What… oh God…”
She’s still half-asleep, squirming, mumbling like she doesn’t know what’s happening. But her body knows.
I shove her shorts aside and drag my tongue up her slit.
She moans, her back arching.
Fuck yes.
I bury my face between her thighs, licking her deep, slow, and filthy.
Her taste explodes on my tongue. Fucking sweet and salty… all woman. My woman.
I groan against her quivering flesh, grinding my face into her pussy, my fingers bruising, as I hold her open.
She’s melting under me. Trembling, panting, trying to twist away like she doesn’t know what to do with all the pleasure I’m giving her.
I slap her thigh and growl, “stay still.”
Fuck, the stinging sound of that slap. The way she yelps and squirms even harder, breathes faster, her pussy contracting in response. This girl was fucking made for me.
I push her legs wider, flick my tongue over her clit, then suck.
“Oh, fuck… Aslan…”
She cries out, her fingers pulling at my hair, hips rocking against my face.
“That’s it, baby,” I mutter against her hot, swollen, damp flesh. “Give it to me, love.”
I suck harder, my tongue flicking fast and relentless, driving her higher until her moans turn broken. Sounding almost painful.
Give it to me. I fucking crave your pain. I want to give you pleasure so overwhelming it wrecks you. Make you fucking sob.
Her legs shake. Her body jerks.
And then she’s coming. Fucking soaking my mouth, her thighs clamping around my head like she’s trying to drown me in her.
I groan into her pussy, licking her through her orgasm, swallowing every drop like she’s feeding me life.
When her cries turn to soft whimpers, I pull back, dragging my mouth up her trembling body.
She’s wrecked, dazed, her full lips parted and shiny, her tits rising and falling in frantic waves.
I grip her face. My rough fingers curling around her jaw. And crush my mouth to hers.
I kiss her hard, deep and filthy, making her taste herself on my tongue.
She’s still shaking. Soft and warm under me.
I drag my cock against her bare slit, grinding hard enough to feel her slickness soak through my pants.
“Next time,” I growl against her mouth, “I won’t stop.” Not even knowing how I hold back or why. Maybe to punish myself for craving this girl who’s the first woman to break through my walls.
Tina stares up at me, breathless. Her big brown eyes, wide and glassy.
I drag my thumb over her swollen lips and kiss her again. Long, deep, and punishing.
Then I pull back, tuck her in and brush her hair away from her face.
I turn and walk away before I’m unable to stop myself from fucking her into the mattress. Filling her to the brink with my cum. Making her come so hard, the entire house hears us. Losing myself in her…
