Eternally Seduced (43 page)

“With your bra.”

Oh.

“Umm…now?”

He raised a brow again. “When else?”

Right.

Dropping her top, she reached out from behind to unhook her bra. The hook gave way too easily, not providing her any time to get more of her bearing back.

The bra finally fell, and Staffan swallowed back a groan at the sight of Saffi’s bare breasts. Fuck. They were the loveliest sight he had ever seen, pale, full, with rosy nipples that begged to be sucked. In the three months he had been fucking stalking her in Facebook, there were nights he had imagined seeing Saffi March naked, her eyes nearly dilated with desire as she touched herself before him. Those were the times he had been forced to pleasure himself. He had to. No other woman had aroused him ever since he had talked to Saffi on the phone.

He really was fucking obsessed with Saffi March, and now he was finally going to make her his.

Staffan crooked a finger.

Trembling with excitement and shyness, she took one small step towards him.

The door burst open, followed by the entire group of Staffan’s backup dancers flooding in.

She shrieked just as the boisterous group finally noticed her, jaws dropping, their celebratory shouts cut off. Somewhere from behind, a champagne cork popped open, followed by a nervously muttered ‘shit’.

Staffan instinctively snatched Saffi close, his arms going around her as he pulled her tightly against him. Her bare breasts pressed hard against his chest, and he bit back a groan just as one of his dancers gasped.

“Sapphire?”

The girl in his arms whimpered.

Staffan glared at the dancer – a younger lean dark haired man who was too bloody handsome for his own good. He decided then and there the other man – Alan Carson –would not be allowed anywhere within a ten-foot radius from Saffi.

Who apparently was also known as
Sapphire.
So that was where “Saffi” came from. The thought that Carson knew more than he did about Saffi irked. “Everyone get the fuck out of here,” he growled.

“We’re sorry,” Eddie – his head choreographer –muttered. “One of the Gs went to our dressing room and told us you were…errr…done.”

The Traitor had struck again,
Saffi thought, followed by the realization that everyone in this room now knew what she and Staffan had been about to do. Worse, one of those dancers apparently knew her – the
real
her. Saffi squeezed her eyes shut in embarrassment.

Staffan glanced down at Saffi when the door closed on the last of his backup. Her eyes were still closed, her face flushed red. “Sapphire?” he asked, wondering if she’d finally admit it now.

Her eyes flew open. “Umm…just another one of my nicknames.”

So she was still going to lie about it
, Staffan thought with a frown. What was her angle? Why was she pretending? Any other girl would have been more than proud to tell him about their connection – no matter how flimsy it was.

She wriggled in his arms, a little intimidated by his frown.

Staffan was immediately distracted, his dick demanding release.

He took hold of her chin, making Saffi look up at him. “Shall we continue?” he asked, deliberately using his voice to seduce her.

She gulped. “N-now?” Saffi could still hear noise outside. It was loud – very much so, and she knew it meant that most – maybe all – of his backup were still there, waiting.

Staffan raised a brow.

She was beginning to understand that it was his way of responding to questions he considered stupid.

“Do you want me to choose another?”

NO!

When Staffan’s eyes widened, Saffi realized she had said the word out loud – and more vehemently than she planned. To cover her embarrassment, she impulsively tiptoed and kissed him.

That was the last thing she remembered
consciously
doing before Staffan completely took over. His tongue demanded entrance, and her lips parted obediently under his mouth. She gasped when his tongue slipped in. She couldn’t help making the sound since this was her first kiss, too.

Saffi’s arms locked around his neck, moving on its own accord, causing her to press her breasts more closely against his chest.

Staffan groaned against Saffi’s lips, the pinprick points of her nipples arousing him to even greater heights until he was literally aching with need to bury himself inside her hot moist depths.

“Are you wet for me?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yes,” she gasped.

He let his lips trail down slowly, taking his time, loving the fact that he was finally able to hold in his arms the girl he had been mentally fucking for three months. As he nuzzled her neck, Staffan asked, “How much do you want me?”

“More than anything else in this world,” she moaned out, her head falling back as he sucked at her neck. She moaned again as Staffan nipped her neck.

“Then prove it.” He moved down, nuzzling the valley between her breasts, cupping the flesh without touching her nipples.

“H-how?”

“Make me hear how much you want me.”

Her eyes flew open, but before she could even ask what Staffan meant, he had squeezed one breast hard, taking it close to his mouth so he could take her entire nipple in. And then he started to suck.

She moaned with abandon.

“Just like that,” he growled, sucking on her nipple harder.

“B-but…” Everyone was still outside. They would be able to hear her. Didn’t he know that? Didn’t he---

Saffi moaned again, the pleasure driving her crazy as Staffan moved to suck her other nipple while squeezing the breast he had just abandoned and pinching its tip.

“Louder, H.”

She shook her head.

“Don’t make me choose another.” It was a lie, but Staffan knew she would be too innocent to realize how far gone he was. No man as aroused as he was would be able to pull away at this point.

She shook her head again, more wildly this time, even as her eyes begged him not to leave her.

He released her nipple but squeezing both breasts this time, as hard as he could without hurting her. And then he drew on both her nipples, pulling them as far as she could. “Scream, H.”

Saffi obeyed, mindless with passion, her only thought to follow his every command because she knew what he wanted would be oh so good for them both.

Staffan gripped her hair, eliciting a squeak of surprise from her, just before he took her lips for a bruising hard kiss. “Say my name.”

“Staffan,” she whispered.

Incredibly, he shuddered against her, and the knowledge that he was also aroused only fed her desire. “Staffan.” She said it again, this time as a moan.

He dropped to his knees, flipping her skirt up and cursing when he realized that she did mean it. She had no panties on.

She blushed, seeing him stare at her naked body. “They were too wet and I was uncomfortable wearing them.” Saffi tried not to stumble all over her explanation but failed.

He had fucking gone to heaven.

Min himmel,
he thought possessively. And she would always be his.

“This time, baby, I want you to scream as loudly as you can or I’ll be very disappointed.”

She opened her mouth to protest.

He started to lick her, long, slow, and hard, leaving no inch of her wet folds untouched.

Saffi ended up screaming instead.

Her hands found his hair and she started to pull and push, not knowing what she wanted. All she knew was that he was making her feel too good that it was driving her insane, making her breathless and wanton. Saffi screamed again, louder than ever, as he moved up, just enough for his mouth to close on her clit, this time without any lacy barriers between his lips and her flesh.

Her head lolled back. “Staffan,” she begged.

“Yes, baby.”

Even as he licked her, he was already fumbling for his pants, groaning against her folds when he finally managed to release himself.

The wet slapping sounds penetrated her mind – barely – just enough for her to look down at Staffan with eyes dazed with desire.

He was pleasuring himself.

It was enough to send her over the edge.

“Fuck!” Staffan was stunned when Saffi suddenly came in his mouth. He drank her in, his eyes lifting up to her. She was already staring at him, her eyes wide. Realizing that she had actually come because she had seen Staffan jerk himself was too much. With a few furiously fast strokes of his dick, he was coming as well, his groans mingling with her soft whimpers.

Saffi swayed in her feet, the explosive pleasure she had experienced, coupled with the excitement of what happened in the few hours past, proving to be too much.

“Hey.” Staffan quickly rose to his feet and steadied her.

She could only respond with a weak, still-dazed smile. Had what happened --- really happened?

Oh, she was so convinced now. Staffan Aehrenthal definitely had to be the one to take her virginity. No man would ever compare to him after this. She would
die
a virgin if he wasn’t the one to take it.

Staffan gently took her to the couch, wiping her clean with a wet towel. When he left her, she could only stare at him, mesmerized at how even more beautiful he was when he was naked, all golden muscles, sleek lines, and that massive tattoo on his spine, a majestic-looking dragon in fiery shades rising from the waters.

She sighed.

He glanced at Saffi at the sound, and the soft look on her face made his cock harden once more. He liked the idea that he was the one to put that look on her face. And this weekend, if he had his way, that was how Saffi was going to look. Every. Fucking. Second.

After dressing himself, he took out a trench coat from the racks. “Let’s get you into this---” He managed to stop himself from calling her Saffi.

Saffi shyly rose to her feet, feeling absolutely cherished as Staffan carefully helped her into his coat before pulling both sides tightly close and knotting its belt just as tightly.

“Ready?” The smile he sent her way was
dazzling.

“Umm…just…” She gave up trying to make sense and simply hurried around the room, picking her bra and stuffing it in one pocket while her cropped top went to the other pocket. She gnawed at her lip, feeling like she had forgotten something.

“Are you looking for this?” Staffan held her wristlet bag up with two fingers.

“Oh. Yes. Thanks.” She stuffed it into her pocket with a blush even as she mentally berated herself for being such an airhead and acting like a freaking novice! She was supposed to be an experienced slut, for heaven’s sake!

Staffan took her hand as he led her out of the dressing room. Outside, her embarrassment came back tenfold when she saw everyone smirking at her. Oh my God. They knew. And then she saw Alan Carson and became even more embarrassed. Both of them shared the same hometown, had attended the same high school, and he knew everything about her since his family was in politics, too.