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take our pleasure where we will.”
Her lips quirked.
Still holding her with his gaze, he curled his fingers over the top edges of her bra. Her breath came quick and shallow as he pulled down the lacy fabric, exposing the soft flesh of her breasts above. “Taking our pleasure in the delicious, the forbidden,” he whispered.
Her eyes drifted closed as he ran his fingertips over one nipple.
“Sanity,” he continued, “is for the timid.”
A smile. “You do make a good point, Sir Kendall.”
And then he closed his mouth over the other nipple and sucked. Hard. With just a touch of teeth.
She squeezed the mitts, bracelet jingle muffled for the moment. He should’ve made her take them off. Never mind.
He slid his hands to her panties as he kissed her neck, snaking in over the elastic top of them, grazing her pubic hair as he used his fingertips to locate an opening in the lace. He set his other hand to work below, creating a tear.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“An alteration.” He gripped and yanked, short and sharp, tearing a gaping hole, nearly taking the whole crotch panel out, exposing her most sensitive flesh.
“Oh my god.” The oven mitts dropped to the floor. “What did you just do?”
“I’ve destroyed your panties, my dear,” he said, drawing his finger through the silky folds of her sex, now fully exposed to the air. He drew close and nuzzled her neck. “Never fear, I’ll get you new ones.”
He backed away and unbuckled her sandals. They clattered to the floor. Ever so gently, he pushed her knees apart, allowing the cool breeze to blow onto her wet nipples and wet crotch. “Though I may see fit to destroy those, too.”
She watched him, appearing not to breathe. She thought he would fuck her now. Instead, he took two small toes into his mouth, invading the tender nooks between them with his tongue.
“Oh, man,” she said. Her entire being seemed to tremble.
Ah, the treasure trove of lewdness to be wrung out of the untouched spot between the toes. She’d be desperate for him to kiss and warm and cover her, but he’d take his time. It would be like a gift to her, this heightening of sensation. Casually he inched a finger up her thigh.
A sigh. Then a clunk as her head lolled back onto the cupboard behind her—a sign that she’d given over to him completely—a rather overly dramatic sign. She would be still now. More or less.
The crotch-ripping was a Hyko trick. He’d heard about it through the grapevine. Bloody brilliant.
The breeze, however, was all his.
CHAPTER SIX
Alix inhaled sharply as Sir Kendall moved his finger up the tender underside of her thigh. The breeze kicked up, and her skin pulsed and spangled. Oh, she was all wires, exposed, electric, fully and excruciatingly alive.
Part of her felt a little guilty, like she really was going too far with all this. Yet it was so dirty and exciting. And fun. And Sir Kendall was right there and seemed to be enjoying himself.
She loved the way he looked at her, the way he’d unwrapped her, the reverence with which he touched her. How much of Paul the martial arts teacher was in Sir Kendall?
She wiped that thought from her mind. Sir Kendall was the man in front of her. And he knew how to have a good time. He really was her people.
Sharpness on her toe—a bite. Her eyes flew open. “Fuck!”
He regarded her coolly, blue eyes rimmed with coal-black lashes. “What was that?” He trailed his fingers along her calf.
She breathed heavily now. “Fuck,” she said.
He tilted his head, dark brows raised. “I don’t know if I quite got that.” He touched her pussy, drawing his finger lightly over the pulsing center of it. She nearly melted. “Please.” She grabbed his shirt.
He drew a finger up, down around, making her shimmer with pleasure. He was driving her mad. “Please what ?”
Hah! “Please fuck me.”
He gave her a look of mock surprise, lips zipped, cheekbones prominent—sheesh, he was hot!
Her lips quirked.
Still holding her with his gaze, he curled his fingers over the top edges of her bra. Her breath came quick and shallow as he pulled down the lacy fabric, exposing the soft flesh of her breasts above. “Taking our pleasure in the delicious, the forbidden,” he whispered.
Her eyes drifted closed as he ran his fingertips over one nipple.
“Sanity,” he continued, “is for the timid.”
A smile. “You do make a good point, Sir Kendall.”
And then he closed his mouth over the other nipple and sucked. Hard. With just a touch of teeth.
She squeezed the mitts, bracelet jingle muffled for the moment. He should’ve made her take them off. Never mind.
He slid his hands to her panties as he kissed her neck, snaking in over the elastic top of them, grazing her pubic hair as he used his fingertips to locate an opening in the lace. He set his other hand to work below, creating a tear.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“An alteration.” He gripped and yanked, short and sharp, tearing a gaping hole, nearly taking the whole crotch panel out, exposing her most sensitive flesh.
“Oh my god.” The oven mitts dropped to the floor. “What did you just do?”
“I’ve destroyed your panties, my dear,” he said, drawing his finger through the silky folds of her sex, now fully exposed to the air. He drew close and nuzzled her neck. “Never fear, I’ll get you new ones.”
He backed away and unbuckled her sandals. They clattered to the floor. Ever so gently, he pushed her knees apart, allowing the cool breeze to blow onto her wet nipples and wet crotch. “Though I may see fit to destroy those, too.”
She watched him, appearing not to breathe. She thought he would fuck her now. Instead, he took two small toes into his mouth, invading the tender nooks between them with his tongue.
“Oh, man,” she said. Her entire being seemed to tremble.
Ah, the treasure trove of lewdness to be wrung out of the untouched spot between the toes. She’d be desperate for him to kiss and warm and cover her, but he’d take his time. It would be like a gift to her, this heightening of sensation. Casually he inched a finger up her thigh.
A sigh. Then a clunk as her head lolled back onto the cupboard behind her—a sign that she’d given over to him completely—a rather overly dramatic sign. She would be still now. More or less.
The crotch-ripping was a Hyko trick. He’d heard about it through the grapevine. Bloody brilliant.
The breeze, however, was all his.
CHAPTER SIX
Alix inhaled sharply as Sir Kendall moved his finger up the tender underside of her thigh. The breeze kicked up, and her skin pulsed and spangled. Oh, she was all wires, exposed, electric, fully and excruciatingly alive.
Part of her felt a little guilty, like she really was going too far with all this. Yet it was so dirty and exciting. And fun. And Sir Kendall was right there and seemed to be enjoying himself.
She loved the way he looked at her, the way he’d unwrapped her, the reverence with which he touched her. How much of Paul the martial arts teacher was in Sir Kendall?
She wiped that thought from her mind. Sir Kendall was the man in front of her. And he knew how to have a good time. He really was her people.
Sharpness on her toe—a bite. Her eyes flew open. “Fuck!”
He regarded her coolly, blue eyes rimmed with coal-black lashes. “What was that?” He trailed his fingers along her calf.
She breathed heavily now. “Fuck,” she said.
He tilted his head, dark brows raised. “I don’t know if I quite got that.” He touched her pussy, drawing his finger lightly over the pulsing center of it. She nearly melted. “Please.” She grabbed his shirt.
He drew a finger up, down around, making her shimmer with pleasure. He was driving her mad. “Please what ?”
Hah! “Please fuck me.”
He gave her a look of mock surprise, lips zipped, cheekbones prominent—sheesh, he was hot!
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