Page 82 of Irresistibly Wicked

“That’s it, darlin’,” he gritted out. “Show me how much you want me.”

He punctuated the demand with a brutal kiss, leaving her breathless as he nipped and kissed a path along her jaw and down her neck, earning sharp, sexy gasps, each one amping up his arousal. He slid his tongue along the pulse at the base of her neck, loving the quickening he caused. He wanted to memorize every little sound she made, the way she held her breath as he trailed kisses along her collarbone and breathed faster as he tasted his way down to her breasts.

She boldly held his gaze as he nudged her legs open wider with his knee, resting the base of his cock against her pussy. When he palmed her breast for the first time, it felt like her body was made for his hands. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on these gorgeous tits.”

Her eyes flamed.

He rained kisses over the swell of her breasts, and she inhaled a ragged breath. She was killing him with those needy sounds. He grazed his teeth over one taut nipple, and she moaned, her arousal wetting the base of his cock. “Mm. My Angel likes my teeth.” Her cheeks pinked up, and he rocked his hips, dragging the length of his cock along her slickness. She pressed her lips together, but it did nothing to hide the lust in her eyes. “Don’t hold back, sexy girl. I want you wild for me.” He grazed his teeth over her nipple again and again, rocking against her pussy, earning more sharp gasps and sinful sounds as she writhed and clawed at him.

“I can’t take it,” she pleaded.

“I can stop,” he teased.

Her eyes narrowed. “Not if you value your life.”

He laughed and lowered his mouth over one taut peak, sucking hard. A loud, pleasure-drenched sound sailed from her lips…straight to his cock. He wanted to pound into her, to feel her pussy wrapped around his dick and hear her scream his name in the throes of passion. But he loved pleasuring her. Seeing her so unguarded and free was too intoxicating to rush. His time would come, and so would she. The possessive bastard in him was determined to do more than set a standard. He was going to pleasure her so thoroughly, she wouldn’t be able to look at another man without thinking of him.

He continued teasing and taunting with his hands and mouth and angled his hips, giving her friction where she needed it most. “Feels so good,” she panted out. She grabbed his hips, holding him tight against her, moving with him. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded as he teased one nipple with his teeth and tongue, rolling her other between his finger and thumb. He bit down at the same time as he squeezed her other nipple, just hard enough to send her over the edge.

“Zan—” shot from her lips.

Music to his fucking ears. She rocked and arched, drenching the length of his cock, her body trembling, her breath hitching, as she rode out her climax. As she came down from the high, eyes at half-mast, “More” slipped from her lips like a plea. He lowered his mouth over her nipple again, giving her what she craved, earning more of those addicting sounds as he shifted beside her, and moved his other hand between her legs, teasing her slick, silken flesh. He pushed two fingers into her tight heat, using his thumb on her clit and his mouth on her breast.

“Yes—”

She was so fucking beautiful, giving herself over to him. He curled his fingers, seeking that magical spot that would make her lose control, and knew just when he’d found it. Her hips shot up, and she gasped, her fingers digging into his flesh. He quickened his efforts, using teeth and tongue, learning her body like his new favorite song. Her breathing came in fast, hard bursts, and he knew she was close. Working her faster, he squeezed her nipple and applied pressure to her clit, and she detonated, screaming his name as her hips bucked, her inner muscles pulsing tight and hot around his fingers.

She moaned and writhed as she came down from the peak, and he sent her soaring again. This time he didn’t wait for the orgasm to ease. He moved between her legs, spread her thighs with his hands, and buried his mouth between them. Her hips rose, but he held them down as he feasted and teased, taking her higher and keeping her there. He reveled in her pleasure, heightening his own. She made sounds he’d never heard before, a symphony so full of ecstasy, he knew he’d hear it in his sleep.

When she finally sank back down to the mattress, panting for air, he took his time kissing his way up her body, tasting all the places he’d missed on the way down. The slight swell beneath her belly button, those delicious hips, the curve of her waist, her ribs, the underside of her breasts, and finally, those slightly parted lips.

Her eyes fluttered open, her sated smile simmering in them. “Your lips really are lethal.”

“Don’t die on me, Flores. We’re just getting started.” He kissed her softly. “That is, unless you’ve changed your mind.”

She held his gaze, so blissful and beautiful, as she whispered, “You’re not getting away that easily.” His heart took an unexpected hit. He lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly, before getting up for a condom. She watched him sheath his length and dragged her teeth along her lower lip, which made her look innocent and seductive at once.

She reached for him as he came down over her, and he was painfully aware of everything about her, her softness, her sweet scent and trembling hands, and the vulnerability in her eyes, giving him pause. Sex usually took no thought. He’d have a few drinks, pick up a willing woman, and go for it. This was different. Whether he was alone in his feelings or not, Shauna was special.

She was his wife, and he already knew that once they came together, he’d never be the same again.

THIS DOESN’T HAVE to mean anything, Shauna told herself for the dozenth time.

Zander had already unraveled her more times than anyone ever had. She’d never felt anything like the waves of pleasure he brought, and now, as she reveled in the weight of him, the feel of his thick thighs pressing down on her, his formidable cock resting against her entrance, and his piercing blue eyes looking at her like she was more than just a moment, she tried to believe her lie. She had to. There was too much at stake not to.

As he laced their fingers together, pressing her hands into the mattress beside her head, the number four key chain charm she’d given him dangled between them, brushing the valley between her breasts, making their coupling feel even bigger, which she didn’t think was possible. He lowered his lips to hers in a deep kiss, pulling her under, sinking into her slowly. She felt every blessed inch of his thick length stretching her deliciously, sending sparks skittering through her. When he was buried to the hilt, her breath rushed from her lungs, and he gritted out, “Fuck, Angel.”

His eyes were volcanic and so full of emotions, they couldn’t be real. “Kiss me,” she said to keep her own misguided emotions from pouring out. He did, and their bodies took over, urgently finding their rhythm. Their kisses were feverish and possessive, every thrust of his hips sending pleasure radiating through her.

“Need more,” he growled against her lips, and then reclaimed her mouth more demandingly. He pushed his hands beneath her ass, angling her hips, driving deeper into her as he guided her legs around him. He felt impossibly bigger with every powerful thrust.

Oh, how she loved the way he took control. She felt like she was fully awake and alive for the first time in her entire life. She clung to him, wanted the scintillating sensations searing through her veins and billowing beneath her skin to last forever. Her hands roamed over his body, groping and clawing at his shoulders, back, and ass, but she couldn’t get enough of him.

He quickened his efforts, her thoughts fragmenting. Lust coiled deep inside her, tightening with every thrust, until she felt like a top wound too tight. He pushed his hands into her hair and fisted them, sending an explosion of pain and pleasure crashing over her. She cried out, and the world spun away. She was lost in a surge of ecstasy and Zander, so wild and vast she could barely breathe.

Just when she started floating down from the crest, he crushed his mouth to hers, pistoning his hips, hurling her right back up to the peak, and kept her there. When the intensity finally eased, she thought she must be dreaming. This much pleasure wasn’t possible, but she wasn’t dreaming. Zander was still kissing her, gyrating his hips, making her feel like she was going to burst again.

He tore his mouth away, his eyes blazing into her. “Sorry, darlin’, but you feel too good. I’m not going to last.”