Gypsy Freak (All The Pretty Monsters #2)(53)

“The mind is confused when it can feel and hear something it can’t see,” he murmurs, his lips dragging across my cheek. “I can’t handle seeing a woman look directly into my eyes when I bring her pleasure, or else I lose all control,” he adds, his free hand dragging down my bare side as his others keep mine clasped over my head at the wrists.

Maybe it’s the masochist in me, but I really wouldn’t mind seeing what that’s like…

I can be more resilient if I need to be…

“The mind is even more confused when it can only feel certain parts of the other person. Illusion can be powerful when I’m enjoying myself this much, sweet gypsy,” he says as he starts kissing down my neck.

“So far, you’re proving you’re very good at talking a big game. However, I’ve yet to feel the earth move,” I say with a straight face, until my lips betray me and turn up in a smile.

I blame the kiss he’s pressing to the bottom of my neck.

“Don’t abuse your power. Just tell me to put on the chains when I’m inside you, and tell me to stop when you feel true pain,” he says quietly. “Let me do this in a way that ensures your safety and makes my talk relevant.”

Aside from his hold on my wrists, his touch disappears abruptly, until suddenly I feel his mouth close around a nipple. My breath hisses out, and reflexively, I tilt my hips toward him. He instantly gets more aggressive.

I’m not sure how long he drives me to the edge using just that one nipple while the other aches for an ounce of the same attention. My hips start moving, grinding my embarrassingly wet cotton undies all over him.

His lips move at last, and a shudder passes over me as he moves toward the other, kissing a slow trail to it, finally seeking to lavish it with—

He abruptly changes direction, moving to the original, and begins showering it with affection again. The added stimulation is almost painful now, and everything on me aches with the need for something else.

His touch disappears when I whimper.

But I feel it immediately when he kisses just above my pubic bone, my underwear sliding down as he kisses his way down with each newly revealed section of skin.

He moves to the inside of my left thigh, kissing the crease between my thigh and the area that would really love some attention.

My hands slide down, but it’s like I can’t find where to feel him. Somehow, he’s fucking with my head in a way that keeps me from grabbing his hair and shoving him where I want him.

He lets me feel his knowing grin against the inside of my thigh, as the telling sound of fabric ripping rings through the air. He’s not ripping off my underwear. Threads snap in unison when I use my own gift, and I mostly tear them off myself.

I feel the bastard grin more, as the scraps are torn the rest of the way by him and tossed aside by his invisible hand.

“Get inside me,” I whisper, unable to help myself, and his smiling lips stop touching my skin as something blunt and hard immediately prods at my entrance.

It’s so abrupt that I hiss out a surprised breath seconds before his lips come down on mine, and he shoves inside me like he’s as desperate as I am.

A full shudder of relief and pleasure rockets through me when I wrap my arms in front of me, and feel his skin. My thighs close on his bare body, my foot grazing a firm ass as it pulls back and thrusts inside me deeper, filling me tightly, as I kiss him harder, wishing I could see him.

Everything on me is overwhelmed with sensation, flooding me with absolute erotic bliss as I cry out, an orgasm surprising me with so much force that it hurts. He quickly withdraws, and I clench around…nothing, feeling robbed as his touch on my body slowly starts to fade away.

I don’t even really know what just happened or how it happened with such rapid speed. My breath is staggered and my body is coiled tight.

I start to sit up, but a hand shoves me down as a mouth fastens onto my clit. My eyes roll back in my head, even as the sensitivity from the last orgasm makes it almost hurt as well.

A firm hand presses to my stomach, holding me down, as his divine, remarkable, generous mouth quickly pushes me to the brink of what is sure to be the most—

He stops abruptly, and I hear an echoed chuckle when I make a frustrated sound.

“You didn’t tell me to put on the chains,” he says so close to my ear, his breath the only touch I can feel.

“Put on the—”

He kisses me, not letting me finish that, and I forget what I was even going to say as he pushes inside me again, letting me feel his body as I quickly start rocking my hips, chasing the one that got away just seconds ago.

He groans into my mouth as he moves quickly, pulling out, driving me insane.

“You forgot to tell me to put the chains on,” he says again as he shoves one of my legs up, staying out of me as his lips fuse to mine once more, and he teasingly grinds against me.

“You forgot the condom. Mistakes happen,” I groan, feeling his rumble of laughter against my neck.

“Nature considers me a disease, Violet,” he says, amused. “Diseases don’t get diseases, and pregnancy would be a nonissue, even if I could reach that point of pleasure and fill you—”

“It was a joke. I already know this. Stop talking and put on the—”

“The rule is for you to tell me when I’m inside you,” he murmurs in that echoing tone, interrupting the command and playing with my head.