Page 42 of Claimed By The Other Brother

That's all I need to hear.

I rush toward her, my hands cupping her face as I crash my lips against hers. She gasps into my mouth, her body softening before it tightens, her arms winding around my neck as she clings to me, pressing herself against the hard lines of my body.

The heat between us ignites instantly, sharp and all-consuming. There's no hesitation, no second-guessing. My hands move, sliding down the length of her curves, gripping the swell of her ass before traveling back up to her waist. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling, nails scratching lightly against my scalp as she deepens the kiss, desperate, hungry.

We stumble back, her spine hitting the cool wall of the suite. I brace my hands against it, caging her in, drinking in the sound of her ragged breathing, the way her body presses tighter against mine, as if she's trying to mold herself into me.

I slide my hands up the smoothness of her thighs, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my palms. My fingers brush the hem of her dress, teasing it higher as I skim the layers of fabric over her hips. She shifts, and I step back just enough to give myself room.

I reach for the zipper, pulling it down slowly, deliberately. The sound of it fills the quiet room. My eyes never leave hers as I ease the dress off hershoulders, watching the ivory lace and silk slide down her body. The wedding dress falls to the floor in a pool of white fabric, pooling at her feet like discarded dreams.

She stands before me in nothing but a lace bra and panties, and I take a slow step back, my eyes devouring every inch of her.

"You're breathtaking," I breathe, my voice hoarse, nearly wrecked.

She doesn't let me stand there long. Her hands are already at my shirt, fumbling impatiently with the buttons, but I don't have the patience for her slow pace. I take over, nearly ripping the fabric open.

She reaches for my belt, yanking at the leather, her fingers now feverish as she works the buckle open. She's rushing, just as desperate, just as ravenous, and it only fuels me further.

I shrug my shirt off, tossing it aside, before gripping her hips and slamming her against the wall once more. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as I press my body into hers, grinding my aching cock against her lace-covered heat.

She feels it. All of me. A quiet, breathless sound escapes her throat, her hands tightening on my shoulders as her hips shift, pressing herself closer, seeking relief against the hard length between us.

I grab both her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand as I lower my mouth to her throat. I taste her skin, dragging my lips over her pulse, inhaling the sweet, subtle scent of her. I move lower, my mouth trailing over the delicate lines of her collarbone, my tongue teasing the outline of lace covering her breasts.

I pull one of them out from its confines, my fingers rough against the lace as I expose her plump breast to my mouth. She whimpers, her head falling back against the wall as I close my lips around her nipple, sucking, biting, teasing the taut bud with my tongue.

Her body arches into me. I release her hands, letting one of them slide down, guiding her palm over my stomach, then lower, until she finds the hard ridge straining beneath my pants.

"Do you feel that?" I growl against her skin, pressing her hand tighter over my hard bulge.

She licks her lips, her eyes dropping, fingers trembling slightly as she works my zipper down. My head falls back as she slides her hand into my briefs, her cool fingers wrapping around my aching cock. A guttural groan tears from my throat as she strokes, slow at first, teasing, watching my reaction.

I grip her chin, forcing her gaze to mine, my eyes locked onto hers as I shove my pants down. She watches, pupils dilated with hunger as I free myself completely, my thick cock slapping against my stomach.

Her breath catches, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as her gaze flickers between my face and my cock.

I step forward, pressing her thighs apart, rubbing myself against the soaked fabric of her panties. The heat of her makes me swear under my breath. I groan again—my voice is rough, barely controlled.

She continues licking her lips as I grip her shoulders, sliding her down the wall, guiding her to her knees before me.

Her breath fans over my skin as she looks up at me, eyes dark with lust. She wraps both hands around my cock, stroking once before leaning in, dragging her tongue over the sensitive tip, licking off the pre-cum already spilling for her.

A sharp shudder wrecks through me. I brace my hands against the wall, watching her lips part, watching as she takes me into her mouth, slowly at first, teasing the head before sucking me deeper.

My jaw tightens, a growl rumbling in my chest as she works me, her tongue swirling, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder.

"Fuck," I groan, my fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her pace. She moans around my cock, sending vibrations straight through me, making my knees nearly give out.

She takes me deeper, her throat tightening as she swallows, her hands gripping my thighs to steady herself. The sight of her, kneeling before me, lips wrapped around my length, wrecks me completely.

I snap.

Gripping the back of her head, I thrust into her mouth—slow at first, then harder, fucking her face, forcing her to take all of me. Her back presses against the wall, her throat stretching to accommodate every inch. I warn her, my voice tight with restraint.

"You're going to make me come, Scarlett."

She doesn't stop. Her hands grip my thighs, pulling me closer, sucking harder, refusing to let go. Pleasure rips through me, violent and unrelenting. My head falls back,a ragged groan tearing from my throat as I spill deep into her mouth. My legs tremble, my hands clutching her hair as I pulse, emptying myself down her throat.