Light the Way

Chapter Twenty Eight

He couldn't keep his hands off of her in the car.

Driving back to the Corso was taking too long, and they were both growing impatient. Her hands were all over him, snaking into his suit jacket, tugging on his tie, grasping onto his hair. His hands travelled down her body and skirted up her dress, wishing there was less fabric to deal with and more of her bare skin. Their teeth clashed; their tongues rabid.

"Keep your eyes on the road." Coriolanus hissed out, feeling the Avoxes eyes on them.

The interruption sobered them up, the car filled with labored breathing and attempts to put their clothes back in order as the driver continued. Coriolanus draped his jacket around her to give her some more coverage, shooting deathly glares towards the driver. 

He was battling with his inner self – the anger that boiled up inside of him and hunger he had for the woman next to him. Wishing they were alone.

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Their bodies clashed in the elevator on the way up, wrestling for dominance. Olivia had lost, ending up pressed against the elevator wall with his leg in between hers, his hand placed in between her shoulder blades to protect her from the cool metal.

She didn't consider it a total loss. She was willing to lose the battle to win the war.

He couldn't get enough of her, lips attacking hers, teeth biting into her bottom lip, his other hand making his way under her dress and up her leg. Their moans filling the small space. Daring someone to interrupt them.

She pulled away as they reached the top floor, and he gave her a confused look.

"Slower." She breathed out, her eyes half-lidded, hands wrapped around his arms. Not asking him to stop, just to slow down.

"Slower?" He cocked his head to the side, sharing the same breath as her. A bit shocked that she'd ask.

"Slower." She said again, softer yet clearer.

"Slower." He repeated back to her, nodding his head. Leaning in closer now, their breaths just as quick as before. He kissed her lightly, and then pulled back, a thought tugging at the back of his mind.

"Why slower?" He asked, his hands resting on her hips. Curious as hell as to why she didn't want this as badly as he did.

"You're supposed to savor it."

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Slower, he reminded himself.

As he unzipped the back of her dress.

Slower.

The fabric slid down her body, crumpling into a pool at her feet. The mixture of gold and black and diamonds sparkling on the floor of his bedroom. The moonlight catching her frame just right. She turned to face him, pressing her naked body against his fully clothed form, making him suck in a breath.

"You were naked under that all night?" He managed to get out, whispering down into her ear. His hands came to rest on the curve of her ass. Trying his best to go slow. She wasn't making this easy.

She nodded sweetly, smiling up at him, but her eyes said it all. There was a wickedness to her that he couldn't get enough of.

"I told you I wanted to leave." Pushing her breasts together, up to his face like an offering, begging to be touched.

How could he deny her this when she was being so generous?

"I'll listen better next time." Leaning down to bridge the gap between them, his lips pressed against hers, gently sliding his tongue into her mouth, his finger tucked under her chin.