The Dark Prince (The Dark Light Series)(37)

Reading my body language and my emotions, Dorian murmurs, “You have no idea how bad I want you right now.”

“Let me go and you can have me,” I pant. Though he already has me now. Secretly, I don’t want him to stop. I want to see how this will play out.

“I don’t think so, little girl,” he says shaking his head.

Dorian lets his hands roam freely over the tops of my breasts. His cool touch causes shivers to rack my entire body. He fingers my nipples through the fabric, causing them to strain and ache. I gasp, trying to hold onto the last ounce of my resolve. I want to feel his skin against mine, want to feel the prickles that ignite every time he touches me. Yet, he continues to tease me through the cotton bra cups, no matter how fiercely I beg him with my wanting eyes.

Dorian touches the front clasp of my bra. “Want me to take it off?”

I bite my tongue, refusing to answer him. Instead I give him a cold, sharp look. He smiles then eases his fingers into it, caressing my bare nipple. I moan appreciatively, and he moves to the next one, rubbing the swell between his fingers. He continues his measured tease until my sighs evolve into moans. Finally he relieves my aching breasts by unclasping my bra, my nipples hardening under his lustful gaze. He dips his head down and samples my hardened nodes, and I cry in pleasure.

“So you want to play it like that, huh?” Dorian continues to bathe my breasts with his tongue, suckling them gently. He then commences to flick my stiff nipples with his tongue, one at a time, before taking them between his teeth. I moan and pant wildly. It feels too good not to give in. His dark tendrils graze my face as he continues his delicious assault. He smells of clear blue waters and eroticism, and I want to dive head first into both.

Dorian shifts his body onto the bed and eases between my legs easily without missing a beat. Only the thin cotton of my panties clothes my damp sex and I can feel the bulge of his erection through his pants. Slowly, he begins to grind, still licking and sucking and nibbling. It feels heavenly, and my swollen heat throbs against him.

“Ooooh,” I sigh.

His head snaps up, his ice blue eyes boring into warm hazel depths of mine. “What was that, my love? You want me to stop?”

I shake my head furiously. “No. Don’t stop,” I beg before I can stop myself. “No. Stop. Let me go. I want to touch you.”

Dorian smiles slyly and shakes his head. He then returns his attention to my swollen mounds and I gratefully sigh. He begins to kiss a path to my belly button, letting his tongue swirl my navel then back up to my breasts. I’m on fire; his touch is like feeling a hundred tongues all at once. I feel his fingers at the waist of my panties as he begins to peel them off. Once I am stripped bare, he abandons me to stand at the foot of the bed. I want to beg him to stay with me, to pleasure me, to fill me, yet he just stands there, gazing down at my nakedness.

His hand reaches to undo the buttons of his shirt and I finally get a peek at his magnificent body, adorned only by the small tattoo on his side. I want to be free of his restraint so I can feel the smoothness of his chest. I want to kiss my way from his tiny nipples through the rippled valley of his abs down his amazingly sculpted hip muscles. I want to run my tongue down the shaft of his hardness and taste the sweet drops of nectar that tell me that he’s ready too. I want to feel him all over me yet all I can do is devour him with my eyes.

I pant expectantly once Dorian stands before me gloriously naked yet he makes no move to climb inside of me. Instead he makes a movement with his finger, causing my legs to spread farther apart and bend at the knees. He licks his lips before kneeling onto the bed, eyeing my scorching, wet sex like a hungry lion. Oh no. No! There’s no way I could maintain any sense of composure if he does that. I struggle to move without prevail. I can’t relinquish this kind of control to him. Temporarily paralyzed, spread eagle and completely naked, I lay exposed for Dorian’s enjoyment. Yet, if he tastes my wetness, I will surely surrender to him in every way possible. I would do anything he wanted.

“No, Dorian, no!” I urge. “Please don’t.”

Dorian gives me a sexy half-smile. “What is it that you don’t want me to do? This?” And with that, he lowers his mouth down into my blazing heat and takes a slow, laborious lick. I cry out with pleasure and Dorian brings his head back up to gloat.

“Yes!” I pant. “That. Please. Don’t.”

Dorian cocks his head to one side and looks at me quizzically. “But what about this?” Again he brings his head down and lets his tongue explore my fleshy folds. His mouth gently sucks and teases while I squirm and sing his praises.