Shadow's Kiss (Monstrous Hearts: Fleur's Story)

Chapter Eighteen

Fleur had never realized frustration could feel so good. Streetlights flashed all around while she panted, unable to focus on anything except Dario while he drove them home. He had only one hand on the wheel because the other was deep between her legs, taking advantage of the fact that she had lost her tights.

Even as she writhed in her seat and swore every time his fingers did something amazing, he remained focused on the road. Focused but not detached; his slight smile told her he knew exactly what he was doing.

There in the darkness, he played with her swollen folds, inflaming the sensations from their earlier fuck into fresh lust without pushing her over the edge. Every time her hips arched from being close, he eased off, circling her clit with a feather-light touch.

It drove her crazy, and so did the fact that he remained so calm and collected—in control in the best way. She panted, aware of how hard her nipples felt against the fabric of her dress and how her sticky thighs clenched around his large, warm hand. Then he squeezed her labia just enough to put pressure against her swollen clit. Fresh heat spiked through her, but he only let go again.

When her hips arched again, his voice brushed her ears in the darkness, as teasing as his touch. "You're very eager."

"Eager? I'm dying here." Her entire body felt white-hot, and in desperation, her fingers tried to push his out of the way and take over. When he laughed, easily resisting and cupping his hand over her cunt, she groaned and added, "I'm so close."

"I know." He still looked out at the road, but his head tilted toward her. "And I also know you're enjoying this."

"Maybe, but you're taking too long. I can get myself off in five minutes." She tugged at his hand again.

He lightly stroked along her slick seam. "I can read you like a book. You don't want to tell me what to do. You don't want to think at all. Instead, you're wetter every time I do whatever I want. An 'antagonistic sub,' remember?"

A heavy ache pulsed throughout her cunt, a sweet intensity that meant an explosive climax waited moments away. Her hand now clutched at his wrist instead of trying to pull it away, but she managed to mutter, "Then I guess it's a match made in hell. You've even got the horns and—"

His thumb pushed in, rasping against her clit to send her into a shrieking orgasm. The car suddenly felt very small as she arched, shaking while his fingers rubbed and teased, drawing it out into another one. For a blissful eternity, she forgot how to speak or think, writhing against his hand in raw abandon. Her vision was full of stars. Her heart felt like it was about to pound free of its rib cage.

Dimly, she heard him speak in his own language, the words as smooth as ever. Then came the creak of the leather car seats just before his hand moved to the front of her dress and pulled it down. The air chilled her bared breasts a moment before his mouth was on one, sucking her nipple into a hard, aching point. He lightly bit it, and she thrashed into a fresh climax, fingers digging into the car's ceiling hard enough to leave grooves. The heat of his tongue soon pressed against her other nipple, drawing her voice out into something inhuman. This time, his teeth found her just as he tore open her dress and ran fingers along her ribs and stomach, exploring every inch of her within reach.

Something about being so exposed to his attention while her body and mind felt supernova from the orgasm left her completely open in a way she hadn't believed she could ever be again. She was melting away from the shell of her self-loathing. No bitterness, no suspicion... just her and him and the things he did with that mouth.

Her body felt boneless by the time she realized they were back home and parked in the garage. They must have been there for a while, because the engine wasn't even ticking and Dario had already left the car. Before she could do more than unbuckle her seatbelt, he returned, opening the door for her. To say he looked satisfied was an understatement.