Chapter 32 CHAPTER 032
Amelia POV:
He is insane. And so hot. Christ, so fucking hot. This side of him is like something out of my wild eighteen year old fantasies. I used to fantasize what it would feel like to be wanted by Linc Dmitri. The reality is way better than anything I could have thought up.
The dark intensity in his eyes when he looks at me makes me fucking dizzy. I become aware of how young I am compared to him. How inexperienced. How unseasoned. Linc has lived lives I know nothing about.
That thought pulls me in and makes me want to run away at the same time.
"Did you even care about whoever it was that walked in that day?" I jut my chin up at him. Bad mistake. His eyes draw down to my lips and he smirks, bringing his hand to my face, his thumb grazes my lower lip, pulling it down with gentle pressure and all I feel is heat. Hot fiery lust coursing through my bloodstream. I surrender to him without conscious effort. It just comes to me.
Linc leans forward, closing the distance between us till our faces are only a hair's breadth apart, I inhale sharply, his thumb pressing down on my lower lip releases its pressure, drawing from end to end, he is igniting me from within. My body arches against his naturally.
"What do you think?" His voice is low, the rich quality of the baritone vibrates through my core.
"You don't." I whisper. Or at least try to sound out with my lower lip in the control of his thumb.
"Good girl." Linc is done with his quiet torture, I see it in the way his eyes darken before he leans in and takes my mouth so gently, it takes my breath away.
I am caved in between his huge arms with my back against the door, his body presses into me and fire erupts in my core. I bring my hands up to wrap around his neck but he stops me, using one hand to hold both my hands above my head.
The kiss gets rough in a second and I whimper into his mouth at the intensity, he has me bound with his huge body and overwhelming masculinity.
Raw power emanates from him that it makes me instinctively submissive to his will. My knees go weak and he presses into me, our bodies aligned against each other perfectly. There is no escape, not that I want one.
Linc's tongue slides into my mouth as his free hand roams up my body, I lose myself in the kiss. Allowing myself be consumed. I am wearing a dress today, though a less form fitting one compared to the one I wore the last time I came here.
His hand moves fast up my thigh, I part them immediately like his hand was a flame snaking its way up. I can't breath and his mouth doesn't leave mine. If this is the way I die, I don't mind.
His hand brush against my crotch and I arch into him hungrily. Linc groans against my thoroughly kissed lips as his fingers feel my wetness. I drag in a deep breath, my hands are still held securely above my head, the mix of frustration at not being able to touch him and the dull arousal from giving up control is a dizzying combination.
Lust swirls in my brain. All I can think about is the sensation of being pressed against him like this. All I do is feel. As overwhelming as it gets, I simply feel.
"I like how fucking wet you get for me." He whispers low in the dark space between us, his fingers pull my underwear aside and he doesn't give me a warning before flicking his thumb against my clit.
I cry out and he kisses the sound from me, swirling patterns against my tongue as his fingers work their magic inside me. A finger slides into me and I tremble.
My legs have gone out since but somehow I am still standing because of his weight pressing us both against the door.
"Linc." I moan when he rips his mouth away from mine to kiss down my neck with an hunger that makes my pulse jump.
I try to get my hands out of his hold but to no avail. He is too strong. Too fucking hot. Somehow I find this control devastatingly hot. He adds a second finger and my legs starts shaking. He stretches me out, flexing both fingers inside me with switching paces and speed that I go crosseyed. I have no idea how he does it but his thumb is pressed against my clit also, stimulating me to oblivion.
"So fucking tight." Linc groans against my neck, his teeth grazing against the soft skin. I shiver. It is too much and just perfect at the same time.
"Look at how wet you get for me." Linc pulls his fingers out of me and my body can't take the absence of him, I try to get out of his hold so I can take him back, but he doesn't let me go. His hand holding my wrists above my head feels like an iron clad cuff.
Linc draws his middle finger against my lower lip, leaving a trail of my creamy arousal, my scent hits me and I feel a flood break free down there. This shit is the most erotic thing ever. I can't breath.
"And you let something as unnecessary as guilt hold you back from what we could be." Linc says, his voice is bitter and disappointed and yet, shamelessly, all I want is for me to resume touching me. I miss him. I need him. I can't process complex thoughts outside of how he feels inside me.
"Linc...please..." His eyes darken and he leans down to lick my juices from my lips. He takes his time, nibbling at me, my brain goes up in flames of passion so hot, I fear I might get a stroke.
He swirls his tongue against mine, making sure I taste myself on his tongue. I go dizzy. My whole body feels electrocuted with the merciless jolts of pleasure washing over me.
When we come up for air, I say the only thing that comes to mind, "Linc, I need you to fuck me."