Page 43 of Shark’s Rise

Right before folding his powerful arms across his chest, which showcased the rippling definition of his muscular pecs and biceps. Down lower, his thighs were flexed and his stance was braced wide.

No more gulping now.

My mouth was too dry.

His body, so taut and coiled and furious, was officially doing some crazy things to my bloodstream. And my nervous system. And my hormonal, confused libido.

Sexual, primal things.

At once, I knew that Sebastian had seen the shift in my gaze, a direct result of my heated thought process. I watched it in the blaze through his eyes. The way he suddenly flared his nostrils. The decision with which he took a slow, menacing step toward me. Then another. I held my ground, defiance stiffening my spine while lust spiked hotter through my blood—and zapped straight to my pussy.

As the arousal struck, wetness rushed between my legs in a startling tingle, and my lips fell open. I wasn’t sure if I was shocked or unnerved; maybe both—but it didn’t matter when my man covered them with his possessive, open kiss. It was wicked and sinful. Vehement and perfect all at the same time.

I told him so by answering his erotic growl with my entreating sigh. Bas gave me what I wanted at once, gripping my hair in his dominant fist before cranking my head back for his complete plundering. The moan that crawled up my throat was needy and loud, and I wasn’t ashamed. I was desperately aroused and entirely consumed by the swell of natural chemicals in my system.

And confused. Oh, yeah. Definitely that.

I was so. Damn. Confused.

“Turn around. Stand beside the bed. Hands on the mattress,” he growled after nipping down the front of my throat.

“Whaaa? What?”

“Do it, now, Little Red.”

“But…but the ba…ba…” I tried to form a coherent thought. And it just wasn’t happening. I was so aroused, I could only think of his dick and my pussy and how they needed to come together in the most instinctual way.

“Oh. Don’t you worry, Little Red. We can still fuck. I already cleared it with the doctor.” His voice was so low, it vibrated across my whole ribcage. “Now do what you’re told.”

He seized my hips and spun me toward the bed, adding a gentle push for emphasis. I had to bend at the waist a bit to place my hands on the mattress, but the maddening, mesmerizing man had probably anticipated that.

Ohhh, how he had.

I heard the familiar sound of his belt whooshing through the loops of his slacks, and my pussy registered the noise as a promise of impending pleasure. Next came the thunk of the buckle as it hit the thickly padded area rug beside the bed. But the best sound of all was his sensual moan, scraping the air like a hummingbird’s wings but impacting my skin like a condor’s talon.

“You ready?” he prompted.

“Oh.” I frantically nodded. “Ohhh, yes.”

“You sure?” he warned. “This is going to be fast and rough, Red.” In one forceful move, he grabbed my pajama bottoms and then yanked them to the floor. “Out.” The one-word command was accompanied by a tap to my lower leg.

My folds gushed while I stepped out of the pants. My senses swam—this time, in all the right ways—as I watched Sebastian toss them to the side. When he stayed in a kneel, my nerve endings sparked like stars. Holy shit, I hoped that meant—

“Oh, God!”

I whimpered it as he shoved his face into the gap between my thighs. Then louder as he darted his tongue deep into the crack, bestowing a languorous sweep from my pussy to my tailbone.

“Fuck, Bas!” My God, he wasn’t kidding about the fast and hard. He’d given no warning of his intentions; he was simply diving in and going for it! His finger prodded at my entrance, pushing up into me before he commanded, “Spread wider for me. Let me in this cunt.”

And I did. Quickly too. But not quietly. I cried out even louder when he joined a second finger to the first. “Yeesss!” I writhed and bucked as he thrust both demanding digits into my clenching, wet opening.

“Mmmm, that’s right, baby,” he murmured into the sensitive place at the base of my spine. “You like it that way, don’t you? When I just take what I want?”

I hung my head between my outstretched arms, not bothering to answer. His question was rhetorical anyway. And my pussy felt too damn good. And my muscles quivered too damn hard. And my head spun with too much pleasure. So…much…pleassss…

Until sharp teeth sank into my ass cheek.

“Answer me, Red,” he snapped.