Nights Burn With Regret — by Nathan Perez 163
Chapter 163
Chapter 163
Hades
I stared at her, transfixed. I had never seen anyone this breathtaking in my life. She wasn’t just beautiful, she was dangerous, cracking my restraint with every glance. Everything about her pulled me in, the way she feigned innocence while knowing damn well she’d wanted to be pinned against that table the moment I walked in; the way she controlled herself, as if she didn’t want to give in too quickly.
To make it worse, her eyes were dark and heated, daring me, testing my limits without a single word. She perched on the table, spread open before me like an offering, her fingers hovering between her legs, silently inviting me to take her.
Fuck. I was already at my limit. My body throbbed with need, my hands itched to claim her, my lips ached to taste her. I wanted her beneath me, above me, trembling and whimpering for my touch, wanted to feel her unravel the second I decided to take control. And yet, I didn’t move.
Some things deserved to be watched before they were claimed.
I leaned back against the chair, letting the moment stretch. Her breathing was already uneven, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling with need. She watched me closely, waiting, hoping I’d finally close the distance.
Instead, my lips curled up into a cunning smirk.
“You’re right, princess,” I said lazily. “It’s time for dessert, but there is a problem.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, tongue wetting her lips nervously. “A problem?” she asked quietly.
I nodded. “Yes. A problem.”
Her frown deepened, confusion mixing with anticipation. Her fingers twitched slightly where they rested between her thighs. “W-what is it?”
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I let my gaze roam her body slowly, letting her feel my hunger without touching her. “I don’t think this dessert is cooked enough. After all, I like my food dripping, and wet on my tongue. I like it when it shivers under my touch, when it’s slick and begging for my attention.”
Her breath hitched, a shiver running through her,
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“So cook it, Violet,” I murmured, my eyes darkening. “Touch yourself for me Show me how desperate you are. I want to see your fingers press, tease, and fuck you into a mess, I want to watch your expression crumble as you ruin yourself for me before I taste every inch of you.”
She froze for a second, caught off guard by my words, and that brief pause told me everything I needed to know about how badly she wanted me. In that instant, she realized the balance had shifted. She wasn’t the one in control anymore.
It was intoxicating, letting her believe she held the reins, only to slowly show her otherwise. I lifted my gaze to her expression, watching understanding dawn as she finally grasped why I’d been so quiet all this time. It wasn’t restraint, or indifference. It was patience.
Because I wasn’t playing her game. I was setting the stage for a far bigger one.
When she looked at me again, her lips curved into a slow smile, uncertain and daring at the same time, as if she couldn’t decide whether I deserved praise or punishment.
She didn’t say a word or look away. She held my gaze without flinching, she was bold enough to challenge me even now. Then she leaned back against the table slowly, and reached for the black lace at her hips.
I didn’t move, unable to tear my gaze away from her.
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Chapter 163
She slid it down her legs, inch by inch, stretching the moment, showing me exactly what she wanted me to see. A slick trail of desire followed her movements. My jaw tightened, my cock straining as I watched her strip it completely, her confidence blooming as she realized I was watching her just as intently as she wanted.
She straightened, met my eyes again, and smiled. Then she tossed the lace toward me.
I caught it instantly, my fingers curling around it, holding it tight like a prize. The fabric was warm, slick with moisture, and I made no effort to hide the dark satisfaction that surged through me as I kept it in my grasp.
She tilted her head, clearly pleased with herself. “Okay, I’ll make sure to get it nice and wet for you, it is your birthday, after all.” She paused, then added with a smile far too innocent for the words she’d just spoken, “I should give you a good show, daddy.”
My smirk widened. She knew exactly what she was doing now, and she was loving every second of it.
She spread her legs wider, slowly, making no effort to hide her need. I could see her glistening, see how soaked she already was, see the way her body trembled at my gaze alone.
She brought her finger to her tongue and licked her finger slowly.
She didn’t need to do that, she was already wet, slickness trailing down her thighs, aching for me, betraying every inch of herself. And yet she did it anyway, letting me see, letting me feel the hunger pulsing through her before she even touched
herself.
That little, wet glide of her tongue made my blood snap. Her eyes locked on mine as she slid that same finger, circling just above her center, teasing herself.
I caught the soft hitch in her breath as her thighs trembled, a tiny moan slipping out before she could catch it. She pressed a little harder, rolling her hips against her own hand instinctively, and a low, ragged sound escaped her lips, one that made my fingers clench tighter around the lace I was holding.
My length ached with need, straining against the confines of my pants as I watched her.
Her chest rose and fell in shallow pants, hips rolling lightly against her hand as she circled a few more times, building the tension until she finally pressed a finger in.
“Oh, God, fuck—” she gasped, a breathless whine escaping as she pressed harder, sliding it fully inside. Her head tilted back, lips parted, chest heaving, eyes locked on me the entire time, daring me not to lose control
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