The Fiancé by Stefanie London
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ava
FORAMOMENT I wonder if I’ve bumped my head. Maybe there was unexpected turbulence while I was changing in the bathroom and I’ve slipped and fallen. Maybe I’ll wake up to the harsh, fluorescent lighting and this will be nothing more than a trauma response.
But I feel Daniel shifting position and then one possessive palm is at my hip, and I decide I don’t much care whether this is real or not. I want this man and I will take him any way I can get him.
“You’ve tested my willpower, thoroughly,” Daniel says, his voice low and ragged. He pulls me closer, so I’m on my side and he’s on his.
Our bodies are lined up against one another and I feel the prickle of his leg hairs against my smoother skin. I feel the pressure of his fingertips at my hip, the slow creep of his touch around to my backside. And yes, I feel the hard length of his erection digging into my lower belly. I want to touch him there again, to feel that hard, powerful length twitch beneath my fingertips.
I’m desperate for him. Desperate in a way that I’ve never been desperate for another person before. Everything about him is a drug to me—the faded scent of his cologne, the roughness in his voice. The angry glitter in his eyes.
“Kiss me, Daniel,” I whisper. “And tell your willpower to bugger off.”
His throaty chuckle sends a ripple of awareness through me, but thankfully he doesn’t make me wait any longer. His hand sweeps up my body, finding my jaw and then my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he crushes his mouth down to mine. Yes. My tongue darts out to meet his, tentative at first but I grow bolder with each second. He kisses like he’s making love to me already, and his hips canter toward mine, rubbing his hard length against me.
I groan into his mouth, my senses so overloaded my poor brain doesn’t know which sensation to focus on first. Taste, scent, touch. Touch. Daniel smooths his hands back down my body, tracing the line of my neck, the curve of my shoulder, then down my arm, to my hips and then behind me, cupping my backside and pressing me flush against him.
Oh.
He’s impossibly hard. Pulsing. I feel him strain against me, with little more than two thin layers of fabric between us. His fingers knead my backside, allowing him to grind against me as we kiss. I’m dizzy from it all.
“Daniel.” My breath comes in short bursts, my breasts rising and falling against his bare chest. I plant my hands there, seeking out the light dusting of hair and the flat circle of his nipples, exploring him in the dark.
I tilt my head back, encouraging him to kiss me there. He trails a blazing path up to the sweet spot behind my ear, a spot I know makes my body shiver. His rough stubble-coated jaw is heaven against my skin, the nip of his teeth making me tremble before we’ve even gotten to the good stuff.
“You wanted to feel how excited I am.” He takes my hand and presses it to his length. My fingers flutter for a second before curling around him. “So feel it, Ava. Take responsibility. My cock has been aching for hours because of you.”
“You were the one who made me come in front of you,” I shoot back. Yes, I lit the match. But he was the one who tossed it into the air, setting everything ablaze.
He curls his hand over mine, working my fist up and down the length of him. But I don’t want any barriers between us—I want him skin to skin. I want to feel everything. I reach for the slit in his underwear and free him, gasping at the hot slide of him against my palm.
“Don’t act like you didn’t want it,” he says roughly. His hand runs down to the hem of my nightie and draws it up, his fingers creeping between my thighs. “You were so wet I could practically see it dripping down your thighs.”
The breath leaves my lungs. For some reason, the hint of resentment in his voice, the unexpectedly sharp touch of anger, good lord... It makes my sex clench. He’s annoyed that I tested him. That I pushed him.
And that makes me want him even more.
“Says you. The only reason I even came upstairs was because I heard you jerking off.” I meet his gaze in the dim light. As my eyes adjust, more of him is revealed. The beautiful angles and hard-edged planes of him.
I squeeze his cock and he thrusts into my grip.
“You were thinking about me,” I challenge.
“Yes, I was.”
A gasp escapes my lips as his hand reaches for me, cupping my bare sex. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit and I almost explode on the spot. “Tell me what you imagined,” I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut.
“No.” The word is a harsh slash across this intimate moment. We may have sex, but he won’t let me in.
“Afraid I’ll use it against you?”
“Yes.” He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth. “Now open those lovely thighs up for me.”
I shift, allowing him to touch me more easily. His fingers graze over the most sensitive part of my sex, and I swallow back a groan. He drags one finger between my lips, gathering moisture on his fingertip and then lowering his hand to rub circles over my clit. Stars flare behind my shuttered lids and I arch into his touch. “Please.”
But Daniel isn’t a man to be rushed.
“You’re like a fucking fountain,” he says, his lips brushing my ear. “These poor staff are going to have to clean up these sheets tomorrow, you know. Sheets that will be soaked in you.”
Oh god. Why is that so hot? It shouldn’t be. A flutter of embarrassment flares through me and I already know I’m going to strip the bed on my own in the morning before they get a chance to. But I can’t help it, Daniel has the remote control to my body and when it comes to him... I’m powerless to resist.
His finger continues to pluck at my clit, driving me higher and higher. It’s like he’s taunting me for pushing the issue. Getting payback. I flop onto my back and spread my legs for him, not even caring how it comes across. I need him to make me come. Now.
“That’s it, surrender.” He looms over me and pushes my nightgown up to my stomach, totally exposing my thighs and my sex. “You’re so wound up I bet you won’t even last a minute.”
I want to argue. I want to shove him in his chest and tell him that he’s not so powerful... But there’s no point. He’s right. Ever since I walked in on him, my body has been like a rubber band pulled to extremes.
The dim light reveals his broad shoulders and chest, finely sculpted muscle. He’s perfection. Now he’s between my legs, his knees nudging my thighs wider while he uses his hand on me. There’s a wicked glint in his eye, something that tells me he likes playing this role—dark seducer. The one in control.
That he likes having the upper hand...no pun intended.
He bows his head and blows cool air across my hot, swollen sex. I almost jolt with the contrast, and goose bumps ripple across my skin. His thumbs rub over the area, teasing the tight bundle of nerves and parting me in a way that feels incredibly intimate.
“Fuck that’s a pretty pussy,” he says. “I’m going to enjoy eating you, Ava. Try not to make too much noise, okay? I don’t want the staff listening in.”
He runs his tongue between my folds, drawing a line that makes me bow against him. My hands immediately fly to his head, fingers driving through his hair. “Oh my god. That feels...”
He raises his head, dark eyes laser focused on mine. “Say it.”
“So good,” I gasp. “So very good.”
How the hell am I going to keep quiet? I had an ex once tell me I was a screamer, and he didn’t use the label as a compliment. I can’t help it—when something feels good the noises just come out of me.
His tongue drives me to the edge, each precise swirl designed to push me to the limit of my pleasure. The flicking motion makes all the blood in my body rush to that one spot and I pant, trying to keep quiet. Really, I am trying.
“Put a fist in your mouth, Ava,” he says. “Or use a pillow. Because I’m going to make you come now.”
Before I have even a second to react, he pushes two fingers into me and sucks my clit between his lips. Hard. I jam my hand into my mouth and clamp down, trying to stifle the shocked sound of my orgasm exploding. My muscles clench and when I come, it feels like my body is about to split in two. I actually see flashes of white behind my eyelids as the waves roll and roll and his mouth is relentless, pushing me to the point of it being too much, so that I squirm beneath him.
When he finally releases me, I’m liquid. No longer fully in control of my body. There’s that smug half-smirk expression again as he drags a hand over his mouth and jaw, wiping me from him.
Bastard. He enjoys having me at his mercy.
“How was that?” he asks softly, but the cocky tone is no less clear even with the reduced volume.
“It wasn’t obvious?” I meet his stare, unwavering despite the fact that I just had the strongest orgasm of my entire life. “I really had to work to get there. I thought you’d be better.”
He laughs. The bastard actually laughs. “You’ve got spark, Ava. I like that about you.”
“And you clearly like role-playing as an asshole.”
“It’s not role-play,” he murmurs. “Unfortunately.”
But it is. I’ve seen him—the man who loves to read and who cares for his family and who’s hurt by his brother’s accusations. Daniel might like to hide behind his hard exterior—and I’ll let him, because honestly...it turns me on—but I know a facade when I see it.
“I hope you brought a condom for this grand seduction,” he says.
I did. I always have one in my wallet just in case, and I reach for where I’ve stashed my bag in the little unit next to the bed. When I hand Daniel the foil packet, he sheaths himself while never letting his eyes leave mine.
He handles himself like a man who’s intimately familiar with his own body. Like a man who gets intimately familiar on a regular basis. He’s hung. Well hung. And I know a lot of women don’t find the male anatomy to be physically attractive but... Daniel’s drawn a winning card in the dick lottery.
He comes down on top of me, settling himself between my legs and bracing his body on his forearms so our faces are mere centimetres apart. This feels like a pivotal moment—maybe where I’ll really know for sure if this sexy asshole gig is a lie or not.
“You done punishing me yet?” I ask, tilting my face up to his.
He rubs against me, dragging his cock through my wetness and bumping against my still-sensitive clit in a way that makes me shiver. “No.”
“Are you usually like this?”
His dark eyes search mine. In the dim cabin lighting they look almost black, like the sheer drop of a cliff edge at night. “No, not usually.”
His words warm me. Why is he different with me? I guess it’s hard to say. This whole situation is anything but normal. It feels divorced from reality, somehow. A simulation of another life.
And yet I feel more alive than ever before.
He kisses me long and deep, his tongue delving into my mouth, and I taste myself on his lips. “Think you can be quiet this time?”
“I managed before.”
He kisses my neck, dragging his teeth from jaw to collarbone, and I arch against him, trying to encourage his cock inside me. But he holds back—making me wait. Maybe he wants me to beg.
“You were louder than a B-grade porno before,” he says with a wolfish grin. “I bet they were all listening.”
“I was not!” I try to shove him, but he chuckles and pins me down, holding both my wrists above my head.
“You let everybody know how well I ate that sweet little pussy.”
“Oh my god...”
“What’s wrong? Maybe you were right. It would seem weird if I wasn’t eager to service my wife-to-be.” He’s turning my words against me, using them to taunt me. “But now I want to finish what we started, Ava.”
Yes.The word slithers through my body and I press up against him, widening my thighs and rolling my hips under his. I need to be filled. I need to be fucked.
“But first you have to tell me how much you want it,” he says.
Is this a power play? A head game he likes to play in bed? I’m not sure I even care anymore. All I need is him inside me, his hands all over me, mouth all over me.
“I want it, Daniel.” I try to move my arms, but he has me pinned and the resistance, the little struggle, gets me so hot my sex is practically crying out for another orgasm. “You have no idea.”
“Then tell me. If you want me to put my cock in you, then you’ll tell me how much you want it.” His words are so soft, little more than puffs of breath against my ear. But they work. My body is a spring wound tight. Waiting, waiting, waiting.
“I want it so bad I’ve been thinking about nothing more than this all day,” I say, staring up at him defiantly. “I want it so bad that if you don’t take me right now, I’m going to torture you by making you listen to me getting myself off again. Only this time, you won’t be able to order me away afterward.”
With a groan, he pushes into me in one smooth stroke, seating himself so deep that for a moment I can’t breathe. For a moment, we’re both still as my body accommodates him. Then when he moves, I light up, sparkling like the stars and the entire solar system. He hooks a hand under my knee and lifts my leg over his hip so he can ease in deeper. Eyes shut, I press my head back against the mattress and roll my hips up to his.
There’s a flash of pain—it’s been a while...too long—but soon the pleasure edges it out. With each slow, smooth thrust I burn on the inside, like a fire drawing oxygen and growing. That feeling grows until my whole body is warm and pliable and soft. Daniel moves over me, his lips marking my skin—my neck, my breasts, my hair. He plucks at my nipples and touches every part of me, like he’s learning my body.
Pressure builds inside me, my muscles clamping down on his cock as he thrusts into me. I don’t normally come like this, but there’s no mistaking the tightness gathering between my legs. No mistaking the needy ache that pulses inside me.
“Greedy girl,” he murmurs against my neck. “Can you stay quiet?”
“I don’t know,” I gasp. It’s coming on so strong and so quick—it’s foreign and beautiful. Different from a man using his fingers or mouth.
Daniel clamps a hand over my mouth and it’s possessive and commanding and hot and I shatter instantly. I let my cries be blunted by his hand and keep my eyes on his, watching him lose himself to our lovemaking. My body shakes as I splinter, squeezing and bucking against him.
“Fuck, Ava.” Daniel grunts as he thrusts into me, hard and smooth. But his movements become jerkier, edgier. “You’re too perfect. Too...”
The word dissolves on his lips as he buries his face against my neck, driving deep one last time and following me over the edge.