He doesn’t so much as surface for breath, feasting on me with newfound ferocity as I scream his name, clawing at the ground. My hair.
Hishair.
A surge of heat uncoils—low. Threads through my ligaments, urging me to drive against his mouth. But his hands are too strong, pinning me in place.
Conquering my body like a fucking warlord.
Again, he shifts the angle of my leg, pushing my knee toward my chest until there’s nowhere to hide, his tongue drawing smooth circles around my tender, clamping core.
A voracious throb begins to build, coursing through me like warm honey … gathering heat with each luscious lap of his tongue. A soft, flicking devotion to that pouty trigger of nerves, and the honey boils up, threatening to burst—
He stops. Drops my leg.
I snarl, pushing up to snatch at him.
He snags my wrists. Whips them around the back of my arched spine with such a swift blast of motion that a zap of thrill shoots through me, making me clench aroundabsolutely nothing.
I snap at his face. The asshole.
His smile is all smug dominance. “You’re adorable when you’re pissed off.”
“I won’t be so adorable when my teeth are gum-deep in your skin again,” I growl, jerking my shoulders, trying to rip free of his firm grip on my wrists.
His smile turns lopsided.
He leans close and whispers in my ear, a baritone rumble that prickles every inch of my flesh.“Wrong.”He kisses my lobe, and I stiffen … melt when he moves to my temple … across to the other ear—delicious torture to the nerves down the side of my neck. “Iloveit when you bite me. When you mark me.Scarme.”
His words are a gag that stuffs my mouth full.
But then he sinks his fingers into me.
“Oh, sweet—fuckkk,” I groan as he curls them, stroking something deep that almost squirms me into a knot. Makes magma pool in my core, turning me so soft and pliable I can barely lift a limb.
My body tides to meet his slow motions, thrusting against his palm, stoking that heat until it’s gnashing with hunger—
He pulls free to fist his cock. Begins rubbing it against my flushed and swollen entrance, making my breath hitch.
My chin strikes my chest.
Heart in my throat, I study every hard inch of him: his hand gripping it like he’s wielding a mighty weapon, all those bulging veins on bold display through the gaps between his white-knuckled fingers.
Hypnotized into a shuddering mess, I mewl my approval, widening my thighs. Push my hips forward so more of myself is bared—open invitation for him to punch forward and fuck me hard.
Fast.
He nudges toward my entrance, making my breath snag when he instead veers through my wetness, baring the flushed tip—pearly beads leaking from the slit.
“You’re going to make me beg for it, aren’t you?”
“Wouldn’t hurt,” he murmurs, rubbing down … around … back down again, his eyes cast on the taunting motions. He nudges toward my entrance again, and my breath sputters, all the heat in my body rushing to that one aching spot.
I whimper, widening my thighs a little more. Accept him into me as he pushes forward until his tip disappears.
My muscles clench greedily, smooth delirium slugging through my veins—
He pulls back.
I groan.
