Dark Light (The Dark Light Series)(52)

Dorian quickly grabs our plates and glasses and sets them on the buffet. He then sits back down in his chair, beckoning me to come to him with his finger. I do as he wishes and stand in front him. He slides his firm hands up the back of my thighs, massaging the base of my ass before suddenly lifting me up and setting me down on the edge of the table.

“Lie back,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, trembling with anticipation.

Dorian spreads my legs apart and begins massaging my heated sex through the thin fabric of my panties. He reaches for its dainty waistband and begins to pull them downward. I flex my bottom up to aid him in his efforts and he lets them fall to the floor. He looks at my scorching heat like a hungry man in front of a feast. His breathing quickens and I can feel the cool air that escapes between his partially open lips. I give myself a mental pat on the back for grooming myself the morning before. Never did I expect Dorian to be this up close and personal and I’m nervous as hell. He can see everything, all of me. The look on his face as he studies every swell and crevice is of appreciation and wonder. My body screams for his touch, yet he tortures me under his gaze. Damn, this is so kinky!

Dorian takes a single index finger and gentle strokes my clit. I gasp at his touch, already throbbing and wet for him. He then moistens the tip of the same finger with his mouth and repeats, strumming a sweet song of pleasure. When I begin to arch my back and surrender to his teasing, he slips the finger inside of me and holds it still. My walls contract and grip the digit, holding it captive. He begins to inch it in and out, curving it upwards to meet my most sensitive spot. Oh no, not yet! The pressure is so intense, so blissfully exhilarating that I am in fear of losing myself already. Dorian can feel my quivering and responds by joining his index finger with his middle. I cry out and pulsate viciously against them both.

I look down at a stern faced Dorian. He’s concentrating on the lustful task, biting his bottom lip. He looks so damn sexy; I just want to pull him on top of me. Dorian catches me eyeing him and locks his glistening baby blues on my blissfully tortured face. Slowly, he leans forward and licks my swollen clit with the tip of his tongue, still penetrating me with his long, searching fingers. He licks again, applying more pressure, letting his saliva meld with my essence. He continues his oral assault, licking, sucking, nibbling my delicate flesh until my moans and cries beg him to stop. I can’t take anymore; the feeling is too strong, too good. I am at risk of completely losing control, something I’m struggling like hell to avoid.

Noticing my trembling knees, Dorian slides them onto his shoulders, pushing his tongue deeper into the soft, wet folds. He lets his fingers drop and replaces them with his tongue, greedily devouring me as if I am his last meal, hoarsely groaning his gratification. I am a mess of garbled screams, vulgarities and praise, unable to form an intelligible thought. In this moment, all I know is pleasure. And Dorian is giving me more than I can possibly take.

After another mind-numbing orgasm, I lie on the table breathless, squeezing my thighs together in an attempt to tame the endless ripples and rolls. Dorian reclines in his chair, watching the show as I writhe and convulse violently. He’s an amused spectator, watching the poor, wrecked girl in front of him. I feel so exposed, so vulnerable, but I can’t help it. He’s done this to me. He’s made me this jumbled mess of tangled tresses, piercing moans, and drenching wet sex. My body is his captive, his to torture and tease whenever he pleases.

“So is this what you meant when you said you wanted to ruin me?” I ask Dorian after I’ve found my breath after several minutes.

I sit up and smooth my dress over my legs. My panties lie rumpled on the floor yet I’m too embarrassed to reach down to retrieve them. Dorian follows my gaze and leans down to pick them up. He slowly pulls them over my bare feet, up my legs and to my thighs. I want to lift my butt up but I’m too spent, my muscles still quivering.

“That depends. Do you feel ruined?” he smiles, letting his hands rest on top of my thighs.

“Well, sorta. I don’t know. I kinda feel the opposite.” I give him a contemplative look, cocking my head to one side. “Spoiled, maybe.”

“Spoiled?” he asks with a raised brow.

“Yes, spoiled. You’ve given me so much…,” I can’t find the words to describe how incredible he just made me feel, is making me feel. Just the thought makes me giddy and I giggle involuntarily.

“What?” he asks, licking his lips. He leans his head down to nuzzle the entrance of my thighs. Oh God, not again!

I chew my bottom lip, urging myself to step up to the plate and tell Dorian how I really feel. “I feel like you’re…doing something to me. Changing me, in a way. The day I met you, it’s like, the earth shifted. Every bit of doubt and reluctance instantly dissolves whenever you’re around me. Things make sense that ordinarily wouldn’t. I don’t fully understand it so it’s incredibly difficult for me to even try to explain it to you. But I know something happened. I know what I felt.”