The Grand Pact (The Grand Men #1)(90)

I’m going to have her.

Luce.

After all this time, I’m finally going to have her.

“I’m making a playlist.”

“Multiple songs?” she ponders. “Here was me thinking it’ll only take three minutes.”

My palm comes down again, the slap making me hiss in unison with her moan. “Every time you sass me, I’m gaining a hole. First up is that mouth. Carry on, and I’ll have your ass, Princess.”

“My ass is already reserved.”

Something feral unleashes inside me. Ditching the playlist with four songs added, I hit play and step back up behind her.

“What did you say?” I ask, gliding my hands over her hips and up to her waist. My fingers knead into her back, itching to feel her skin.

“I said, my ass is already reserved.” She hits every syllable with confidence.

I lean into her again, and her head lurches forward and hits the wall. “By who?”

She twists her neck to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes dropping down my body. “Who do you think?”

“Prince fucking Charming?”

She gives me a killer smile that detonates my own and has my cheeks aching with the fight I try to put up against it. “When I know, I’ll know. For now, it’s my ace.”

“Your ace?” I snigger, pinching the material of her dress at her hips and pulling upwards. “Wanna see my spade?”

The material drags painfully slow over her thighs, and with every inch of her skin that’s exposed, my cock grows that little bit harder.

“Can you feel it?”

“I’m not sure I can.”

My palm connects again, and I pull the dress the rest of the way over her hips, leaving it at her waist. I see the scarlet sting that I’ve left and quickly reach out to palm the sore spots.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper, looking to the ceiling.

“Never.” The little devil circles her hips, grinding herself against me.

A groan erupts from my throat, my restraint thinning by the second with the way she goads me.

“Ace.” I dust my thumb over the crack of her ass.

Goose bumps prickle all over her back, her spine snaking as her body rolls like a wave and into my groin.

I slide off my boxers, then slip the band of her thong in each hand as I move my hold higher up her waist.

“Spade.” My cock slides along her silky-smooth skin. Right where my thumb had been moments before.

“Elliot.”

Her ace.

My spade.

Fuck it, I’ll give her them all.

I tear the material from her waist, making her gasp as it lands in two scraps at her feet.

“Arms up.”

She obliges, lifting her arms so I can pull her dress over her head. I blink hard as I stand and look at her like this, her arms raised high, her long back bare—that curved waist wrapping around to her full ass.

“Luce,” I breathe.

She turns slightly, killing me with a glimpse at her tits.

“Don’t turn around,” I tell her, wanting to keep her like this, in this exact position.

My fingers dust down her arms as I step behind her, moulding us together. She sucks in a breath, letting it out with a gasp when my knuckles tease over the sides of her full breasts. “You’re fucking perfect.”

I spin her around, pushing her back and against the wall as I drop to my knees at her feet.

“Yes,” she elates.

I move quickly, a smirk on my face as I lift her knee and place her leg over my shoulder. I spread her pussy open, and her fingers instantly lock to my scalp, pulling at the strands of my hair.

“Club,” I utter with a smile before running my tongue through the slick flesh between her lips.

She groans, rolling her hips against my mouth.

I don’t know if she tastes as good as I think she does. Like a man dying of thirst, that first drop will always hit different. I’ve craved this woman for too long for it to be anything but incredible.

I swirl my tongue over her opening in slow circles, teasing her and not dipping inside. Her body becomes hot, her leg brushing my ear as her hips start to build a leisurely roll.

“Elliot, please.”

I pull my mouth away, then place a soft kiss on her groin. “What do you want, Princess?”

“Everything. Make me forget. I need…”

Forget?

Her hips search for friction as she writhes in my hold. She meets my chin, coating it in her excitement, and I instantly nuzzle into her leg.

I can’t get enough of her, kissing and sucking on her skin.

“Look at how wet you are for me.” I stare at her centre before reaching out and swiping two fingers through her folds, coating them in the translucent liquid.

“Yes,” she moans as I brush her clit. “I need….”

“Don’t tell me what you need.”

My head drops low, and I flatten my tongue, dragging it through her heat. I draw her clit between my lips and pull, tugging and sucking on the little bundle of nerves. Her hips buck. I dip low again, this time dipping my tongue inside. Her breathy moans make my cock drip with need.

Her legs begin to shake, and I catch hold of her other leg and pull it over my other shoulder, so she’s held up with my hands on her ass. It takes away her ability to grind her face against me, and although I loved the way she let loose on my face without holding back, I know I can get her there all on my own.