“Much.” I gave her a soft kiss. “Happy anniversary, darling.”
“Happy anniversary.” She sighed dreamily against my mouth. “I could stay here forever. This library is the stuff of dreams.”
“Our dinner reservations aren’t for another hour.” I’d booked us a private room at Valhalla’s onsite restaurant. “But I can think of a few ways to pass that time…” My mouth moved to the delicate shell of her ear. “Without leaving the library.”
Scarlett’s breath quickened. “Here?” she squeaked, clearly picking up on the suggestiveness of my tone. “What if someone comes in?”
“They won’t. The library is reserved for us tonight.” I gave her earlobe a gentle nip before my voice hardened. “Now turn around, bend over, and spread your legs.”
The air flickered, throwing our lighthearted teasing into the dark, murky waters of lust.
Scarlett’s face flushed, but she obeyed without protest. A visible shiver ran through her body as she bent over the table and parted her legs. Her arm brushed the stack of freshly signed books, which I relocated to a nearby couch before grabbing one of the throw pillows.
I tucked the pillow beneath her hips and leaned forward, covering her body with mine. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded, but her shallow breaths morphed into a hitch of surprise when I retrieved the blindfold from my pocket and slowly slipped it over her eyes again.
A low whine escaped her throat when I stood and stepped back.
“Shhh,” I murmured. “I’ll take care of you soon.” I pushed her dress up around her hips, my nostrils flaring in appreciation at her visible arousal.
I skimmed my fingers over the lust-dampened silk—just lightly enough to make her squirm and whine again. She pushed her hips back at me in an obvious bid for more friction, but I held firm and let myself explore leisurely for another minute despite the growing tightness in my trousers.
We had time, and I wanted to savor this moment. It wasn’t just about the sex—it was about the fact that she trusted me enough to let go. To hand over the reins of control and let me take us where I wanted because she knew I would never hurt her. Her trust was more intoxicating than any sexual act.
That being said…when I initiate something, I always see it through.
“Please,” Scarlett panted. “No more teasing.”
“I thought you liked my teasing.” I traced my fingers over the lace edge of her underwear and chuckled at her adorable little growl of frustration.
“Asher Donovan, if you don’t—oh fuck.” Her words cut off with a gasp and a swear when I yanked her underwear down with a sharp tug and pushed a finger inside her.
She was already so wet it was like sliding through silk, and when I worked a second finger into her, she barely resisted. Instead, her hips bucked, and a loud moan fell out when I reached around with my other hand and pressed my thumb against her clit.
The sight, sound, smell of her sent a shock of heat through my system as I built up a rhythm. The air swirled with the heady sweetness of her arousal, and my cock throbbed with painful need.
My heavy breaths mixed with her moans and the filthy, slippery sound of my fingers thrusting in and out of her. I kept my thumb on her clit while I finger fucked her from behind, faster and deeper, drawing her moans out into cries that lit up every nerve ending of my body.
The blindfold and temporary loss of one of her senses must’ve heightened the pleasure for her because her muscles went rigid only a few minutes in. Her pants deepened, and I could tell she was on the brink of orgasming when I pulled my hand away from her.
Scarlett’s hoarse sound of protest died at the sound of my zipper sliding down and the crinkle of foil. By the time I rolled the condom over my eager, aching cock, she’d tensed again, her body practically quivering with anticipation.
I nudged her entrance with the tip of my cock. “Hold on to the desk,” I ordered.
She did as I asked, her fingers curling around the edge just in time for me to bury myself inside her with one hard thrust. She moaned again as I bent over her and braced my hands against the desk on either side of her.
“How hard do you want me to fuck you, Scarlett?” My soft question belied the insistent, insatiable heat gathered at the base of my spine. I wanted to pound into her and hear her scream, to see her claw at the desk and come apart around my cock, but I wanted to hear her say it first.
My lips grazed her cheek, and I felt a shiver ripple through her body.
She didn’t answer, but she let out a whimper when my hand came up to grasp her chin. “How hard?” I repeated.
“Hard,” she whispered, her cheeks heating beneath my mouth.
“I can’t hear you, darling.” I pushed myself a little deeper inside her—no more than a centimeter, but it was enough to make her hips buck again.
“Hard.” Her knuckles whitened. “I want you to fuck me hard. Please.” The last word came out as a sob.
I groaned. God, I could never say no to, nor get enough of, her.
I released her chin, braced my hand against the desk again—and fucked her exactly the way she wanted. Hard and rough, my balls slapping against her skin with every thrust, her screams and moans driving me faster, deeper until she came with a half-cry, half-sob.
Her cunt rippled, squeezing and releasing my cock in a way that pulled a blinding orgasm out of me mere seconds later. My vision whitened, and the world devolved into pure static beneath an exquisite, almost agonizing wave of pleasure.
Scarlett and I lay there, panting, until our breaths returned to normal and I could move my limbs again.
I removed her blindfold, helped her up, and cleaned us both with the handkerchief I brought with me. I tossed the used condom and soiled cloth into the box the special edition books had been delivered in and made a mental note to place the entire box in the trash before we left.
When I finished, I caught a glimpse of Scarlett’s deep blush before she buried her face in my chest. “I can’t go to dinner like this,” she said, her voice muffled. “I look…”
“Like you’ve been fucked thoroughly?” I chuckled when she lifted her head to glare at me, the color of her cheeks deepening from pale rose to beet red.
“Asher.”
“You still look beautiful. You’re just a little more…ruffled.” I smoothed a strand of hair back from her forehead. “If it makes you feel better, I booked us a private room. No one will be looking at us.”
“Except the servers.”
