Destroy Me - Ella Sheridan Page 0,72
the adjoining toilet.
“Sure. Shower.”
The room was generous, easily fitting them both. Fionn closed the door and leaned against it. “Undress for me, love.”
Her posture softened, the lines of her face easing into a half smile at the word love. He’d never thought that look would have him moving toward her instead of away, never wanted the chains of emotion, but everything about his feelings for Lyse surprised him.
She dropped her chin, glancing up at him from under long, thick lashes as he moved in on her. Planting his fists on the wall on either side of her head, he leaned in until their mouths were a hairbreadth apart. “Are you going to undress, or do I need to be doin’ that for you?”
Something flared in Lyse’s eyes—a challenge. His heartbeat ticked up.
“I think I’ll let you do that,” she said, voice low and husky.
His hands went to the buttons on her shirt, his gaze holding hers to him even as he slowly revealed the creamy flesh he’d become so obsessed with. One button, two, three. By the time he got to four, Lyse was breathing light and fast and he couldn’t resist the lure of her tits. Black lace cupped her, hid her, but couldn’t conceal the hard jut of her nipples, the way they strained toward him, pleading for his touch.
He slid the shirt down her arms, then reached for the clasp of her bra behind her back. “Look at how pretty you are, Lyse,” he said, peeling the lace from her skin. “So round. I love it when your tits press against me, so soft, nipples so hard. See how they beg for me?”
He flicked the taut tips. Lyse whimpered and arched her back. He gave her nipples a hard pinch, drawing a moan from deep in her throat.
“Are you wanting my mouth?” he asked, fingers dropping to work on the button of her jeans. “Want me to suck those pretty tits? Because I’m going to. I’ll be giving you my mouth and a whole lot more.”
He knelt at her feet, taking her jeans and panties with him. Lucky for him, her shoes were already gone, her socks easily following the rest of her clothes onto the bathroom floor.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “That’s my wan. Stay just like that for a bit.” He kept his eyes on her, absorbing the sight of her bare body, her hungry gaze, trying hard to imprint it on his mind. He needed the memory, needed to own this piece of her for the rest of his life. He didn’t even turn to start the shower, but reached blindly for the knob, all his focus on Lyse splayed against the tile wall, a siren calling him back to her.
It took no more than a minute for steam to begin pouring from the shower, a minute filled with excruciating anticipation. Only then did he hold out his hand.
“C’mere,” he demanded.
Lyse came. “Fionn, you’re killing me.”
“And we haven’t even got to the good part yet.”
When he winked, she blushed. He couldn’t resist the impulse to be tracing that color along her throat with his tongue. “In you go,” he murmured in her ear, giving her a gentle push against the small of her back.
Wanting Lyse warm and pliant, he settled her beneath the spray of water and began to wash her. Thoroughly. Head to toe, he used every trick he knew to arouse her, pleasure her, drive her hunger higher. When she was a frenzied mass of need, he again went to his knees, only this time his hands were on her inner thighs and he was pushing outward, urging her to open for him.
Lyse complied with a hitch in her breath.
“Are you wanting to know what I see, love?” He brushed his lips across the sensitive skin below her navel. Eased down to the join between hip and thigh, where she quivered at the trace of his tongue. A nip to the top of her mound brought a cry to her lips. “I see dark, dark curls hiding pretty pink flesh,” he told her. “I see the sweetest cream waiting for me.” Sliding his fingers along her labia, he found that secret place and drove deep inside. With his other hand he reached up to tug and pinch her ripe nipple. “I see you opening up, just barely, to let me inside. You’re so tight, Lyse. Every time I enter you, it’s a fight to get as deep as I need to.” Cream coated