“Good girl,” he whispered, threading his other hand into her hair, fingers tightening in the warm silk. She opened her mouth wider, her velvet tongue darting out to taste him, just as he’d done to her.
In a single thrust, he slid inside that hot, wet haven, forcing himself not to groan at the sight of her lips wrapped around his cock.
Then she moved her tongue. A slow, erotic tease, her teeth scraping the top of him, hot breath caressing him. Her soft moan sent ripples of intense pleasure down his rock-hard length.
Fucking hell…
His knees nearly buckled, and he tightened his grip on her hair, pulling back, then thrusting inside again, deeper this time, making her gag.
“Relax,” he growled, and again she obeyed him, relaxing her throat and taking him all the way in. Tears glazed her eyes, but when he tried to pull back to let her breathe, she groaned her refusal and sucked him harder, that devious little tongue doing its damndest to completely destroy him.
Thirty more seconds of it and he’d…
No. Not yet. Not like this.
If this was to be their one-and-done deal, Gabriel was going to make it fucking last.
He pulled out of her soft, seductive mouth, leaving her gasping. Then, in a move so fast she didn’t even have time to draw another breath, he hauled her up, unbound her wrists, and tossed her onto the bed.
“Spread your legs for me, witch.”
She responded without hesitation, and Gabriel took a moment to admire the sight of her, naked and glistening. Even after he’d made her come with his mouth, she was already ready for more. Desperate for it.
“You knew I’d be watching you tonight,” he said, stepping out of his pants and boxers. “On the cameras.”
A silent nod, a fresh blush creeping across her chest. Her gaze raked over his body, head-to-toe and back again, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The scent of her blood was almost as strong as the scent of her desire, both threatening to overpower him.
He could still taste her on his tongue, and now he wanted more.
When Gabriel spoke again, his voice was rough.
“Touch yourself, Jacinda. Show meexactlyhow you wanted to drive me wild.”
She arched her back and slid a hand between her thighs, fingers grazing her clit, then dipping inside, pulling back to skim across her clit once more. With every stroke, her skin grew darker, the twin scents of blood and lust invading his senses. Unraveling him.
“Were you thinking of me before?” he whispered, taking a step closer to the bed. “Wondering what my mouth would feel like?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Are you thinking of me now? Remembering how hard you came on my tongue?”
“Fuck. I… yes.”
“Yeswhat, little moonflower?”
“Yes, I’m thinking of you now. I’malwaysthinking of—”
She cut off abruptly, but the confession was out, hanging on the air between them, driving him wild.
“Stop,” he commanded.
Her fingers stilled, and Gabriel climbed on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them over her head. The belt lay discarded beside her, so he snatched it up and bound her once more, looping the ends around a spindle in the headboard, pulling it tight.
Cupping her face, he met her desirous gaze and whispered against her mouth, “Tell me to stop.”
A vehement shake of that silver-blonde head, and he was on her once more, mouth descending on her throat, slowly kissing his way down the length of her body, gripping her thighs and pushing them apart, desperate for another taste.
He buried his face in that red-hot pussy, licking and teasing, taking his fill. Jacinda writhed and bucked beneath him, but this time, he wouldn’t let her come so easily. This time, it was all for him.
