Ignite (The Disciples #4) - Cassandra Robbins Page 0,99
hit my lips, neck, and breasts.
“Mine. All of this body is mine.” His eyes are almost black and he seems far from satisfied. My clit is sensitive and full, and I’m so ready. All I need are his fingers, cock, mouth. He reaches for me, his mouth taking mine. It’s hard, demanding, and I moan into it. Maybe I can come with only our tongues twisting together. I’m that close.
With one hand, he grabs my face. His black lashes, spikey with water, reveal his blue eyes and his full lips form a grin as he raises my face to his.
He kisses me. No, he takes my lips and fucks them with his tongue so hard that I’m positive they’re swollen and bruised.
Holy fuck, he’s not holding back. My nails dig into his wet chest. On a groan, I reach for his still-hard cock. Lifting his head, he smirks then spins me around to grab the soap, quickly washing me, and by quickly, I mean fast and that’s it.
What the hell? His hands are barely even touching me and we’re in the shower. Axel loves to fuck in the shower. He rinses us off, turns off the water, and steps out.
I’m so shocked I can barely move. I almost scream as he wraps the towel around me.
“Go put your pointe shoes on.” He kisses my wet forehead and I moan in frustration as he walks out, leaving me ready to take the edge off myself.
“And don’t you dare touch yourself.” My eyes dart over to the door. He’s not there, but either he’s a mind reader or he’s getting to know me too well. I lean my head back and look straight ahead. My flushed reflection in the mirror greets me.
Very well. He wants me in the pointe shoes? I smile at my reflection. Pointe shoes he’s going to get.
Grabbing the towel, I dry off and quickly apply moisturizer. Then I start with black eyeliner and mascara, followed by red lipstick. Rubbing my lips together, I lean in closer. My lips are definitely bruised. The red lips make my beauty mark stand out. Twisting my wet hair, I arrange it in a tight ballerina bun and dab on a small amount of vanilla perfume. My new bottle sits next to it, the crystal glass sparkling along with my makeup, face cream, and toothbrush.
My mind drifts back to that first day when he had only a bronze toothbrush holder. Now his counter is littered with my stuff.
I smile as I walk out and take out my black pointe shoes. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slip them on and tie them up. They’re new and need to be broken in, but tears sting my eyes at how beautiful they are. Slowly I stand and go straight on my toes.
“Antoinette.” His gravelly voice makes my arms pebble with excitement. I walk into the other room with nothing but my black pointe shoes and red lips.
And then I freeze.
He sits like a king.
Naked.
His muscled legs spread, arms resting on both sides of the leather chair. His physical beauty is startling. He’s so striking, imposing, I can barely take a full breath. I planned to make him grovel, make him unable to breathe, but as I blink at him, that’s gone. He has a round chocolate cake on his lap, covering his cock.
And I die.
Thankfully his eyes rake over my body, lingering on my erect nipples and pussy.
“On your toes,” he says.
I lick my lips, slowly rise to my toes, and spin toward him, stopping right in front.
“Open these legs. I want to see my cunt,” he growls, and I smirk, almost mimicking his expression as I spread my legs and get back on my toes.
“You like cake, Cookie?”
My skin feels feverish as I nod and whisper, “Yes.”
“Come closer.” His voice is magical. Taking two small steps, I’m close enough to smell his addictive scent. The chocolate frosting pales in comparison.
“Leg on the top of the chair,” he directs. I can’t help but moan. Slowly, gracefully, as if I’m in a ballet, I lift my leg to my ear and spin, stopping when my black pointe shoe is next to his ear. He looks to his right, his hand easily grabbing my ankle and lifting my shoe to the back of his leather throne.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “Look at how slick and swollen this cunt of mine is.” He leans his head slightly forward, allowing his tongue to suck gently on my clit.