Destructively Alluring by N. Isabelle Blanco Page B

nipped at it.
    “You know you are. Please.”
    I groaned, sliding my fingers all the way down. The moment they came in contact with her, I went frantic, the feel of her bare, smooth, and fucking soaked lips tearing at me.
    “Oh my God. Dorian!”
    “Holy shit, baby,” I grunted, swirling my fingers around her swollen lips.
    “Dorian, I can’t…shit, I…”
    “You’re so sexy,” I told her, pulling back to stare at her face as my fingers found her clit. Demi rocked her hips into my hand, her clit throbbing against my fingers.
    “Dorian,” she moaned, either not knowing what she did to me when she did that, or not caring. The sound of my name leaving her like that was too much. Too fucking much.
    My voice grated against my throat, the fires inside me scourging the flesh in a way that might never heal. “You’re so wet for me. Shit, girl.”
    “Dorian, it’s so…Oh God, that’s so good,” Demi gasped.
    She sounded awed.
    Owned.
    Fucking sublime in her surrender.
    “Has anyone ever made you come?” I asked, teeth bared with rage at the thought. I already knew the answer but I still needed to hear her say it. The possibility made me murderous. I feared the visions of blood that stomped through my head.
    And if she had come, nothing would fucking compare to what I had planned for her.
    Nothing.
    Demi shook her head ‘no’, her facial expression knocking the air out of me. Someway, somehow, this young girl was going to be the best sex of my damned life.
    I could feel it.
    “You’ve never come before? At all?”
    “Once,” she answered, her eyes rolling back when I pressed my finger into her clit.
    I moaned, knowing what that answer meant. “Oh fuck. You made yourself come, didn’t you?”
    “I was thinking about you,” Demi panted, her lips brushing across mine.
    Desire was a ridiculous and inconsequential label. It would never suffice, would never be enough to describe what I felt for her. Hunger was just as paltry of a term.
    Greed was the only thing that came close.
    She was mine. Only mine.
    She would be mine for as long as I could have her. And I knew how long that was. I knew, deep down, how far I’d go to make that happen.
    How far I’d go to keep it that way.
    “Did you come hard, huh baby?” I breathed, teasing her entrance.
    Teasing myself.
    “You know I fucking did,” she breathed, undulating her hips and trying to get me inside her.
    Not yet, baby. Not until you bare it all to me.
    “Why?” I asked audaciously, spreading my fingers and rubbing each of her lips. Denying her as much as I was denying myself.
    “You know damned well why. Dorian,” she growled, teeth bared.
    All lioness ready to strike.
    Ready to claim.
    All fucking mine.
    It was in there. All of it. Each strand of animalistic instinct that had been lying dormant within her.
    Waiting for me.
    I was going to unravel. Unravel and rebuild until it was me her very fabric consisted of. Until nothing but me stained her logic, her existence, every fucking moment of her life.
    “Tell me. Tell me what I was doing to you while you were fantasizing about me,” I demanded, letting one finger ghost across her pulsating flesh.
    “You…you…oh fuck, you were licking me,” she confessed on a broken whisper, her body bowing to my will.
    “Holy fuck, baby girl,” I gasped, my finger sliding into her on one long thrust. My dick weeped, envy running through its veins and replacing the burning blood that had been filling it. Pre-cum leaked out of me, sticky and provoking against my dress pants.
    Her walls tightened around me. Welcomed me home. I’d never gained that much satisfaction from being inside a woman and it was only my finger that her pussy was strangling.
    “Dorian!”
    “Come, baby,” I demanded on a harsh snarl, forgetting that she was inexperienced and slamming my finger into her hard. She was so wet I could fucking hear it.
    One sniff destroyed me, the scent of her heat on full attack in the air. Her walls