Dirty Little Serials: Ian and Dreena 2

Ian followed Dreena’s every moment around the party. She easily listened in on conversations and shared smiles with strangers, but her gaze shifted back to him.

It made his blood boil with need.

A few men asked her to dance, and she spun around the room with a grace she seemed to lack when he was near. It accentuated her small curves and the long stretch of her throat. Her ethereal mermaid form flashed over her as she moved. Ian wanted to see that version of her.

Dreena made great eye candy for every male in the room. The animals in the room steered clear enough with the scent of him still inside her. But the others approached her. Ian knew she didn’t talk well, so her silent stares made a good number of them move on. And whenever one reached for her, she unattached herself smoothly.

Did she do that for his benefit or her own?

When she slipped out to the back porch, Ian made his move, stalking through the room like a master and avoiding clear calls for his attention.

The sky grew dark, the sea foam brought the scent of her with a tang, but she’d disappeared from sight. Stars popped along the far edge of the horizon.

He followed the wooden planks around the corner where Dreena swayed with her back to the house, eyes on the sun’s disappearance.

Those round, dark eyes found him, and a frown deepened the line of her mouth.

Ian smiled, remembering the shape of her mouth as she came under him, and he leaned beside her. “Too much talking for you in there?”

She shook her head and watched the last wisps of light disappear like some kind of ritual.

As soon as her attention returned to him, his hand slid between her legs, sliding her dress up, slipping his fingers into her folds. A sweet gasp parted her lips, and her nails found his flesh.

“You’re going to come back to my room tonight.”

Turning into her, he tapped the well of moisture. Spreading her thighs started a shake in her stance.

“But not if you’re unwilling to give into me now.”

Clenched teeth, she growled, but he felt her give into him, hips dropping into his grip.

“Oh, you like it when I take control.” He leaned in, pressing her back against him. His fingers hooked for a deeper fucking. Dreena rewarded him with a sweet moan that made his hard cock jerk. “Just wait.”

Breath sharp, she peered back at him, head lolling against his shoulder.

“I’m going to devour you.”

Her knees gave, and her whimper clawed at his resolve. He’d wait until he had her to himself to fuck her again. But this, he needed this first. 

Dreena shuddered and clamped around his relentless grip.

“That’s right. Give me what I want.”

Her soft cries echoed the movement of her hips, amping up in intensity and speed until she came into his hand. Gods-fucking-damn was she beautiful like that.

Ian didn’t halt his small thrusts as she wriggled against him, burbling with emotion. “Oh, did you want me to stop?”

He let his breath drop in her ear, and she shuddered again.

“No. Yes. No.” Her nails dug into his forearm as his palm slapped against her clit.

A sharp cry signaled her second orgasm, and he milked that one, too, before propping her against the railing again. “Good girl. Go clean yourself up, make your goodbyes, and meet me at the car. You’re mine tonight.”

Ian left her there, glaring death at him as he retreated. Fiery yet submissive. What a wonderful treat.