Tempting a King (King Family Romance Book 1) Isla Drake (series like harry potter .txt) 📖

through the layers of our clothes and I moan against his mouth. The thin material of my dress feels like such a flimsy barrier between us. I rock my hips against him, gasping as his cock rubs against my clit through our clothes. I can feel the dampness in my panties as I grind myself against him. Part of me is embarrassed by my shameless behavior, but the rest of me just wants more.

My lips feel bruised and yet I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of his mouth on mine. I feel a slight pang of disappointment when his lips leave mine to trail down my jaw. But then Finn’s hand comes up to cup my breast and I let out an involuntary gasp. Somehow, even through the layers of my dress and bra, his fingers find my nipple and he squeezes it between a thumb and forefinger. The move sends a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to my pussy and I groan. My hips move as though they have a mind of their own, grinding against his thick length. It occurs to my lust-addled brain that Finn is wearing entirely too many clothes.

I fumble at the buttons on his shirt until I’m able to push aside the fabric. Finn pulls the shirt off and tosses it aside before bringing mouth back to mine. I want to take the time to look my fill, but more than that I want to touch him. I flatten my palms against the warm golden skin of his chest, my fingers memorizing each dip and curve of firm muscle. My hands trace the dark dusting of hair down to where it disappears into his black dress pants. I curl my fingers under the waistband, longing to rip them off him. I feel cool air against my skin and realize that while I’ve been admiring all that golden skin, Finn has found the zipper at my side.

I resist the urge to squirm or to cover myself as he tugs the dress down to my hips. It’s been years since I’ve been this exposed to a man’s gaze in a fully lit room. Plus, this is Finn. I’ve wanted him for so long and I don’t want to disappoint him. I watch the heat flare in his eyes as he looks down at my lace-clad breasts. I can still sense the iron control he always seems to possess, but it’s clear he’s nearing the end of his rope.

“Take off the rest,” he says in a near growl. “I want to see you.”

Suddenly shy, I hesitate, but only for a moment. This is what I’ve always wanted. There’s no going back now. I let the dress slide down and pool on the floor at my feet, my eyes never leaving his. I step out of the pile of fabric, wearing my lace bra and panties, strappy heels and nothing else. I step out of the heels and kick them to the side, reluctantly losing the 2 inches of height they’d given me. Without that extra height, I feel small standing before Finn. Delicate. In contrast, Finn looks even larger looming over me. I feel wet heat pool between my thighs as I watch him watching me. Finn’s hot gaze slides down my body, possessive and hungry.

“One of these days, I’m going to make you keep the heels and dress on,” he says. “But now, this first time, I want to see every inch of you.”

His words and the gruff tone have me nearly coming before we even start. What is it about this man that affects me so? Before I can analyze it further, he reaches for me. His eyes still on mine, he hooks a finger under one of the straps on my shoulder.

“I like you in black lace,” he says, sliding his finger up and down under the strap.

Just that light touch on my skin is enough to send a shiver over me. He tugs the strap down over my shoulder, then does the same with the other side. As much as I want to wait and see what slow torture he has in store for me, I’ve always been an impatient girl. I reach behind me and unhook the bra, never taking my eyes off his. Finn smiles and tugs the lacy bra off, dropping it to the floor. My hands stray to the waistband of my panties, but Finn takes my wrists in his hands, stopping me.

“I got this one,” he says, lowering his head.

At the first touch of his tongue on my nipple, I suck in a breath. Then he sucks my nipple into his mouth, and I gasp aloud. His tongue swirls over the heated skin as he sucks hungrily. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.

Finn looks up at me, eyes filled with hunger as he begins to kiss his way down my belly and over one hip. He puts a hand on each of my ankles, trailing them up my legs as his mouth moves down one thigh.

“Mmm,” he murmurs against my skin. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?”

I nod, though his attention is focused on my panty-clad pussy rather than my face. Knowing he can’t see my answer, I whisper, “Yes. For you.” Part of me wonders if I should feel embarrassed but I can’t find it in me. All I feel is need.

Finn presses his mouth to my mound, using his lips to nuzzle me through the lacy fabric of my panties. I let out a little cry of pleasure, my hips rocking forward involuntarily.

“Finn,” I gasp. “Please.” I don’t know what I’m asking him for, but I know I need more. More of his touch, his mouth. More of him.

He nuzzles me once more, drawing another gasp from me as my hands grip his hair, nearly pulling the strands.

“Oh, god,” I whisper.

Finally sensing I’ve had enough teasing, Finn pulls my panties off and I step out of them. His eyes take me in,