Twisted - Esme Devlin Page 0,65

another one of my firsts.

He splits my legs wide, and despite the room being shrouded in complete darkness, I feel utterly exposed to him. His lips trail along my thighs, the short stubble on his jaw scratching slightly.

I moan and squirm at the sensation and try to bring my knees together, but his hands are strong against my thighs and he doesn’t allow it.

Baron moves closer, sucking the water as he goes and creating a trail of fire.

He stops just above where my legs meet and bites down, hard, and my hands instinctively fly to his hair, trying to get him off me. He laughs, but he doesn’t let go, and now I can’t breathe again.

I let go, trying to cover my face from the piping hot water that’s crashing down against it. He takes the opportunity to go to the place that no one has ever gone before.

He kisses me there, and I feel like I’m melting into the floor. My back arches against the feeling, and he doesn’t let up. He uses his tongue as if he’s possessed with hunger, and it’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced.

His hands move around my thighs, pressing and kneading and ultimately forcing my legs farther apart.

I can’t help myself moving against him. I want more. He’s driving me into a frenzy, and there isn’t enough air up here for me to catch my breath.

When he backs off, I feel lost without him there. Lost and desperate. I squirm against his hands uselessly and he chuckles.

“This is how you make me feel every… single… day….” he says, his voice low and raspy. “You tease me. You sit on my knee and you wriggle against me and you let me fawn over you. I know you enjoy it. I can see it in the way your eyes move. The way you play with your hair. The way you try to mask your expression. You are scared of me, but your curiosity still wins.”

He bends down and runs his tongue slowly against my slit. I cry out at the sensation.

“Do you know how hard that is for me? Everything about you is a puzzle. You call me cruel, and yet you’d happily let me chase you forever. You have made me obsessed with you.”

His words twist in my stomach, and when he leans in and plays with me again, I’m as tight as a drum.

“I wanted to punish you for that,” he says. “I had every intention of showering and tying you to my bedpost. I wanted to torture you until the sun came up. Perhaps, I may still do that. But right now I am desperate for you. My patience with you is spent, and I am dying to bury myself inside your perfect little body.”

His nails dig into my thighs and I cry out in pain and try to get away from him, but the floor is far too wet and I only have seconds before I’ll run out of air. “You’re still trying to run away from me? Let me assure you, sweet girl, it is far, far too late for that. It’s only a little pain, and I’m afraid it will get worse long before it ever gets better.”

He slides his finger inside me, and my whole body freezes from the ache. It feels foreign and wrong, and all I want to do is back away from it. But a moment later he brings his mouth back to my clit, swirling his tongue and sucking gently.

I begin to relax slightly. Just slightly. I’m still stiff as a board.

Is this what it feels like? Ruby told me it was awful but assured me it gets better. She didn’t say how long that would take so right now I’m just trying to breathe through it.

He moves his finger inside me and while it doesn’t take the pain away, it does mask it with something much better. Something that leaves me feeling lightheaded and wanting.

“I wish I could see you,” he says. “I wish I could watch you come undone at my touch. Let me hear you. Let me hear you, at least.”

A second finger joins the first one, stretching me even farther. This hurts worse now, but he’s right there trying to take the pain away with his mouth. I’m grateful for that, especially after hearing what he wanted me to do that first night.

Fuck, what has he done to me?

I’m grateful.

Grateful!

He pushes another one in, and now I feel like