fingers drifted between my legs and pushed inside me. I gasped at the tenderness, the sensitivity from being taken so hard.
Arthur broke from my mouth. “I want to degrade you.” I couldn’t breathe, my body shuddering as his fingers pushed past my G-spot again. I moaned and saw his eyes flare. “I want to mess you the fuck up.” He gripped my cheeks and forced me to meet his eyes. “I want to break you, princess.” I froze at his harsh words, but my body sparked to life like a live wire, pulsing with static at his dark desires. Because I wanted it too. My God, I craved his heavy hand. I needed more of what he had just given me. I didn’t know what that said about me, but being here, underneath him, I didn’t care.
My eyes fluttered shut as his fingers inside me moved faster. “I don’t know if I can take any more,” I whispered, my core aching.
“You can,” he said and pressed against my G-spot until my thighs started to shake. Arthur’s teeth scraped along my jaw and over my lips. I fought to breathe as I felt another orgasm building. His chest pinned me down, the muscles cut and defined.
He bit along my neck and down to my breasts. As his mouth wrapped around my nipple, his tongue lashing back and forth, I came. I cried, tears building in my eyes as the orgasm tore through me like a raging fire. It was too much, too much to take after what Arthur had already given me.
My body was wrecked and ruined, exhausted, but so alive as I breathed through the crest of pleasure. My eyelids were heavy, but I felt Arthur move his fingers from inside me and watched him bring them to his lips and suck the evidence of us into his mouth.
And I knew I was done.
I knew that no one could ever compare to him tonight, to Arthur and his wicked presence and the maelstrom of feelings that came with it. Arthur reached to the table and grabbed a cigarette. He lit the end and inhaled, exhaling a cloud of white into the air. I rolled slowly onto my back, letting my eyes rove down his naked body. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to spend an entire night exploring him, no rush, no barriers between us. But I knew it was impossible. This night was all we’d ever get. In no world did we belong together.
Arthur’s eyes fixed back on mine. I saw his dick twitch as he moved his gaze down my body before finding my eyes again. He took another drag of his cigarette, then crawled over me as I remained lying back on the table. His face hovered above mine, and he gripped my jaw and opened my mouth. Leaning down, he exhaled, and the smoke from his cigarette entered my lungs. I closed my eyes as the nicotine flooded my body. I tentatively ran my hands up Arthur’s arms on either side of my head. His muscles flexed. I studied his body. Scars were scattered up and down his skin. I looked up into his eyes to find him watching me. His lips were slightly parted, and his eyebrows were pulled down, as if he couldn’t understand why he was letting me touch him so affectionately.
“Arthur,” I tried to say, but he schooled his expression, then took another drag of his cigarette and breathed it into my mouth like before, cutting off my words. He repeated the action until the cigarette was finished and I was utterly spent.
He stubbed it out in the ashtray further up the table. Then he dipped down and kissed me. He kissed me and kissed me until I was starved of air. I didn’t care. I could happily die this way. Lips bruised and body depleted.
Arthur finally pulled away. He put his hands under my arms and lifted me from the table to stand before him. My dress hung at my sides, exposing my naked body. I wrapped the dress around me using a torn strand as a tie around my waist.
Arthur pulled on his shorts, leaving the zip and button undone. I could still see the top of his cock and the defined V that only made me crave him more. He moved to the bar and poured himself a gin. When he turned, he held out a glass for me too. I took it and sipped. Arthur was leaning