Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) Nicole Edwards (classic english novels TXT) 📖

Her kiss was tentative, a light exploration as her tongue met mine. I could sense her hesitancy, but it warred with her need, a feeling I was getting intimately familiar with. When it came to Braelyn, I found myself wanting more than what I was used to. This desire to be one with her was deeper than mere lust. It surprised me because it was so foreign, yet at the same time, it was as natural as breathing.

I loved the size of her, the shape, the way she fit against me. My hand spanned the width of her back as I pulled her closer, feeling the hard points of her nipples on my chest. I wanted to feast on her, to taste every inch of her smooth, warm skin, then I wanted to do it again and again.

But I wasn’t going to rush. Braelyn Bishop wasn’t the sort of woman you hurried. She was a feast prepared by a world-renowned chef, one you savored one decadent bite at a time.

Breaking the kiss, I stared down into her eyes again, loving the way they glittered brightly, her desire etched in the smooth lines of her face.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said softly, the words tinged with both reverence and restrained need. She brought out a side of me I didn’t know existed. Made me crave things I’d never fancied myself having.

Her hands moved up to cup my face, and as she pulled me back down to her, I lowered myself to my knees in the water so that we were on a more even keel, bringing my mouth to breast level. My hands roamed freely over her exquisite curves, and I took cues from her movements, such as the way she gradually pulled back, allowing me to cup the firm ivory globes. My thumbs brushed over her nipples, and another raspy moan escaped her, the little points beckoning my mouth.

“Let me taste you,” I mumbled, letting my breath fan her nipples, cupping her ass as I dragged her against me.

Braelyn nodded, but I wasn’t sure if she was giving me permission or herself.

Holding her gaze, I leaned in, licking one puckered nipple with the tip of my tongue. It tightened more, a throatier moan escaping her lips as I teased.

She inhaled sharply, her lips parting as she watched what I was doing to her.

That was what I wanted. I wanted Braelyn to watch me touch, taste, lick. I wanted her eyes to follow my every move, to know that I was the one bringing her such undeniable pleasure. That I was the one in control.

Circling her nipple with my tongue, I let her soft whimpers and urgent groans fuel me. She surprised me when her hand curled behind my head, pulling me in closer. I smiled against her skin, then sucked her nipple into my mouth. Softly, sweetly. I was tormenting her intentionally. I wanted her to know what I was capable of. I could bring her pleasure unlike anything she’d ever known before, and that was my intention.

Not only now, not only today but tomorrow, the next. For the rest of our lives if she’d have me.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” I instructed.

Braelyn’s eyes narrowed on my face, but she followed my direction, releasing my head and placing those soft fingers on my skin.

“Now don’t move.”

There was a flash of heat in her gaze, one I recognized. I’d seen it with many submissives. Deep down, regardless of what she claimed, Braelyn was submissive. Despite what she thought, it wasn’t a bad thing. I’d suspected it, but hadn’t realized she had been purposely hiding that side of herself because she was mistaken in the belief she didn’t want what a dominating man could give her. What I could give her.

It was part of her allure and my inner Dominant was drawn to it.

Leaning in, I sucked on her again, teasing her nipple with my tongue while cupping her breasts with my hands. I plumped the small, firm globes, inciting the nerve endings, while I nipped her with my teeth. Her breaths grew ragged, her fingernails biting into my skin, but she remained where she was.

When I released her from my mouth, I leaned up for her kiss. She met me halfway, her tongue sliding against mine. I plucked her nipples firmly, tugging on the swollen tips until she was moaning into my mouth, the sound so damn sweet.

With her lips fused to mine, I released her breasts, sliding my hands down to cup her ass. Then I surged to my feet, lifting her with me as I did, water pouring off of us with a rush of sound. I swallowed her surprise as I plundered her mouth with my tongue, her arms wreathing my neck as she stabilized herself. Moving to the other side of the space, I set her on the smooth, flat seating ledge set into the stone.

Her hands released me, once more moving to my shoulders as I’d directed.

“Good girl,” I whispered, standing tall and staring down at her. “Spread your legs for me.”

She did, her knees parting, my eyes moving to her smooth, bare mound.

“Wider. I want to see your pretty pussy.”

Braelyn looked surprised, but she didn’t argue, moving her knees farther apart until the movement revealed the pink flesh of her pussy.

“That’s a good girl. Now use your fingers and show me your little clit.”

Her sharp inhale told me my words had surprised her. Little did she know, this was just the beginning. I wasn’t vanilla by any sense of the word, and when it came to sex, it wasn’t a simple act done to sate an urge. It was an exploration, a way of experiencing exquisite, sometimes brutal pleasure. And my dirty girl seemed very eager to indulge me.

“Let me see, Braelyn,” I whispered, my gaze narrowed on her pussy.

Even in the darkness, I could see the way she trembled, but she managed to separate the plump lips, her soft pink center