Chapter 132 EVERYTHING I MISSED

Chapter 132 EVERYTHING I MISSED
CHAPTER 132

CHARLOTTE

Dorian’s mouth claimed mine with a rough urgency that sent heat racing down my spine. His lips were firm and warm.

I gripped his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle shift under my palms as he pulled me tighter against his chest.

The bond flared between us, hot and demanding, making my skin tingle where our bodies pressed together.

He’s here. He’s real. Don’t think about the other woman right now. The thought tried to push through, but his hands sliding down my back scattered it.

His fingers dug into my hips, lifting me higher on his thighs until I straddled him fully.

The thick length of him pressed against the soft fabric of my pants, already hard, and a low sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.

He broke the kiss just long enough to speak, his breath hot against my lips. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

I shook my head, my own breathing already uneven. “Don’t stop.”

His hands moved under the hem of my top, rough palms sliding over the bare skin of my waist. The contrast of his calloused fingers against my softer skin made me shiver.

He pushed the fabric higher, and I lifted my arms so he could pull it off completely. Cool air touched my skin for a second before his mouth found the curve of my neck.

He kissed there, slow and open-mouthed, then scraped his teeth lightly over the same spot.

My head tipped back on instinct, giving him more access.

This is what I missed. The way he takes control without asking twice.

I ran my fingers into his long hair, gripping the dark strands and pulling him closer. He made a low sound of approval that vibrated against my skin.

Dorian’s hands moved to the clasp of my bra. He unhooked it with one practiced motion and slid the straps down my arms. The fabric fell away.

His gaze dropped, and I felt the heat of it on my bare breasts. He cupped them both, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they tightened under his touch. I bit my lip, a soft gasp slipping out.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, voice rough. He leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough that my hips jerked against him.

The wet heat of his tongue circled the sensitive peak, then he switched to the other side, giving it the same attention. My fingers tightened in his hair. Every pull of his mouth sent sharp sparks low in my belly.

I rocked against the hard line of his cock, still trapped in his pants. The friction was not enough and exactly what I needed at the same time.

He groaned against my skin, the sound low and strained. His hands gripped my hips harder, guiding the slow grind.

“Charlotte.” My name came out almost like a warning. He lifted his head, eyes dark. “If you keep doing that, this is going to end faster than I want.”

I leaned in and kissed him again, slower this time, tasting myself on his tongue. “Then take your shirt off.”

He didn’t argue. He reached behind his neck and pulled the tight black shirt over his head in one motion. The fabric hit the floor somewhere behind us.

My hands went immediately to his chest, mapping the hard planes of muscle, the ridges of his abs. His skin was warm under my palms.

I felt the steady beat of his heart and the way his breathing changed when my nails scraped lightly over a sensitive spot near his ribs.

Dorian’s hands returned to my waist, then lower. He unfastened the button of my pants and slid the zipper down.

I lifted myself enough for him to push the material over my hips. He dragged both the pants and my underwear down together, the fabric sliding over my thighs until I could kick them off completely.

Cool air touched my bare skin. I was fully naked on his lap while he still wore his pants, and the imbalance made my pulse race harder.

He looked at me for a long second, eyes moving over every inch of exposed skin.

His hands followed the same path—palms smoothing up my outer thighs, then inward, thumbs brushing the soft skin near the apex of my legs without quite touching where I needed him most. My breath caught.

I shifted, trying to press closer to his hands, but he held me still.

“Patience,” he said, voice low and steady even though his own breathing had deepened.

One hand slid higher, fingers finally brushing over the wet heat between my legs. He stroked slowly, coating his fingers, then pressed one inside me.

My head dropped forward against his shoulder as the stretch and the slow slide of that finger made my thighs tremble.

He added a second finger, curling them just right. The wet sound of his movements filled the quiet room. I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the soft, broken sounds leaving my mouth.

His free hand cupped the back of my neck, holding me close while his fingers worked deeper, faster. The tension built low and sharp, my hips moving against his hand without conscious thought.

Then he slowed. Almost stopped. His fingers stayed inside me but barely moved. I made a frustrated sound and tried to push down on them. He held me still with one strong hand on my hip.

“Look at me,” he ordered, voice dropping into that dark Alpha tone that made my stomach clench. I lifted my head. His eyes were almost black. “Tell me how much you missed me.”

I swallowed. The words stuck. Heat flooded my face. He waited, fingers still buried inside me, unmoving.

“Tell me,” he repeated, quieter but harder. “How much did you miss my touch while you were gone? Use your words, Charlotte.”

I shook my head, stubborn even as my body throbbed around his fingers. “Dorian—”

His free hand came up and closed lightly around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. The control in that simple grip made my pulse jump under his palm. “Use your words. I want to hear you say it.”

The pressure of his hand, the stillness of his fingers, the way he stared at me—everything combined until the refusal cracked. “I missed you so much,” I breathed. “I missed your hands. Your mouth. Everything. Please stop torturing me and just use your mouth on me.”

A dark smile curved his lips. “Good girl.”

He withdrew his fingers slowly, the empty feeling making me whimper. In one smooth motion he lifted me off his lap and laid me back on the bed. He pushed my thighs open with both hands and settled between them.

The first long stroke of his tongue over my soaked folds made my back arch off the mattress. He licked again, slower, dragging the flat of his tongue from bottom to top, then circling my clit without giving it full pressure.

“Fuck—Dorian—”

“That’s it,” he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice sending another wave of heat through me. “Keep saying my name. Tell me exactly what you want.”

I reached down and tangled my fingers in his long hair, gripping tight and pinning his face exactly where I needed him.

My hips rolled up against his mouth as I chased the building pressure. He let me grind against him for a few seconds before he took control again, holding my hips down with both hands while his tongue worked me open.

“Faster,” I moaned, voice breaking. “Harder. Right there—hit that spot—”

He chuckled against my wet skin, the sound filthy and pleased. “Did you go wild in Italy without me?”

I shook my head, hips still trying to move under his grip. “No—ahh—I just missed you so much.”

“Show me how much,” he ordered, then sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked hard.

Two fingers pushed back inside me at the same time, curling immediately against that sensitive place that made my vision blur.

I cried out, fingers tightening in his hair until my knuckles ached. He kept the same ruthless rhythm—tongue and fingers working together, never letting up.

“Dorian—please—don’t stop—harder—”

He gave me exactly what I asked for. His fingers thrust deeper, faster, the wet sounds of how soaked I was loud in the quiet room. His tongue never left my clit, licking and sucking in time with the movement of his hand. The tension coiled tight and sharp in my lower belly. I could feel the orgasm building, heavy and inevitable.

“Come on my tongue,” he growled at me. “I want to taste every drop.”

The words pushed me over. My thighs clamped around his head as the pleasure crashed through me in hard, pulsing waves.

I moaned his name over and over, hips jerking against his face while he kept licking me through it, slower now but relentless, drawing every last tremor out of my body until I was shaking and oversensitive.

Only then did he lift his head. His mouth and chin were shiny with me. He wiped the back of his hand across his lips, eyes locked on mine, looking completely satisfied with the wrecked state he’d left me in.

“My turn to show you how much I missed you,” he said, voice rough.

He shifted me further up the bed and shoved his own pants and underwear down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already slick.

He settled back between my thighs, the heavy length of him resting against my still-sensitive folds.