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I want her every way I can have her.
I want to fuck her against this wall. Want to turn her over a chair and come at her from behind. Want to perch her above me and let her ride us both to ecstasy.
I want to fuck her mouth, her pussy, her sweet, lush ass. I want to slide between her breasts. Want to come on every part of her. Over and over and over again, until there’s no end and no beginning. Until there is just Aria and me and the violent heat of a desire that will never burn itself out.
I pull away from her breast for a moment, lean back so I can get a good look at her. She’s gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous with her dark red nipples all but begging for my mouth and her skin scratched pink from my stubble.
Because I can’t resist, I suck at the tender skin on the underside of her breast until a dark purple bruise forms. Then I do it again and again and again. Until her breasts are black and blue—bruised and branded and claimed. By me.
The thought causes a dark heat to rise deep inside me, has my dick growing harder and my balls aching for release.
Control it, I warn myself. Control the need. Control the burn. Don’t push her too far. Not yet. Not now. And yet even as I’m telling myself that, even as I’m promising myself that I’ll go easy on her, I’m sucking another bruise into her skin—right over her nipple. And this time I make sure it hurts.
She cries out, her body writhing against mine. I grit my teeth at the feel of all that softness pressed so invitingly against me and for a second I’m all but paralyzed with the need to fuck her. Right here, right now, and to hell with everything else I want to do.
But a quick fuck isn’t enough, not when every time I close my eyes I hear Aria telling me it’s not my fault. I hear Janet screaming that I’m a murderer. I hear my own guilty conscience bombarding me with everything I didn’t do to save Dylan.
And so, praying my control is as good as I hope it is, I close my teeth over her nipple. I bite softly and then harder as her cries of pleasure echo in my ears. I polish my tongue against her nipple even as I bite down, drawing out the pain and the pleasure to a tight pinpoint that has Aria gasping for air. I do it again and again, before moving to her other breast. This nipple I draw into my mouth and roll slowly between my teeth before gently biting down.
“Please, please, please.” Aria repeats the word like a litany, like a prayer, her back bowed, her hands scrabbling for purchase against the wall behind her.
She’s close—I can feel it in the uncontrollable trembling of her body against mine, hear it in the way her breath breaks with every inhalation. See it in the pink flush creeping over her stomach and up her breasts to her neck and face.
I want to give it to her—it’s cruel to keep her hanging when she’s this far gone. But there’s another part of me that wants to make her wait. That wants to see just how far I can push her before I tip her over the edge into ecstasy.
With that thought in mind, I sink to my knees in front of her. Putting a hand on each of her thighs, I push them apart. Spread her apart so I can see all of her.
Aria whimpers, but opens her legs willingly. My dick jerks at the first sight of her, red and glistening and hot. So fucking hot. I slide a finger along her slit before I even know I’m going to do it, relishing the way she feels—soft and silky and wet, so wet—almost as much as I relish the way she responds to me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, resting my cheek against her thigh so I can smell the sweet, musky scent of her. Then I dart my tongue out, lick back and forth along her slick folds.
“Sebastian.” This time when she says my name, she sounds testy. Overwrought. I like the sound of it. Like even more the way she looks, skin flushed, hair tousled all to hell, lips wet and open as she gasps for air. And her eyes. Those goddamn black magic eyes of hers are soft and glazed and so, so out of it.
She’s gone, totally in subspace now. I could do anything to her and she’d like it. Hell, she’d beg me for more.
“Aria,” I murmur her name as I press kisses to her inner thighs, her mons, the soft, sweet folds of her pussy.
She doesn’t answer.
“Aria.” I say it more firmly this time and she lifts her dazed eyes to mine. Memories of the subdrop she experienced a few days ago flash through my head and it’s enough to fasten on the manacles of control. Enough to have me asking, “You doing okay?”
Once again, she doesn’t answer.
“Aria!” This time I pinch her clit for emphasis and for a second, just a second, the haze clears. “Are you all right?”
“I’d be a hell of a lot better if you stopped talking and fucking put that mouth of yours to use,” she snaps.
It’s all the answer I need. Turned on more than I thought possible by her sudden flash of dominance, I grab her chin. Tilt her head down until her eyes lock with mine. Hers are hot with desire, blazing with need, darker than I’ve ever seen them. Keeping my gaze level with hers, I use my thumbs to spread her wide open. Then I lean forward and lick a long, slow stripe right down the center of her sex.
She screams at the first touch of my tongue to her
clit, her hips rocking against my mouth. I hold her open, circle her clit once, twice before delving inside the very heart of her. I lick deep, loving the taste and smell and feel of her. Loving the warmth of her and the way her body trembles, spasms, around my tongue.
“Sebastian, I’m—” Her voice breaks, her head falling back against the wall as her eyelids flutter closed.
I pull back, growl, “No!” and it’s the most direct order I’ve ever given her. “Look at me while I take you. I want to see your eyes when I make you come.”
Color rises from her breasts, up her throat to her jaw and cheeks, but in the end, she does as I ask. Leaning forward, she braces her hip against my shoulder and lets her eyes tangle with mine.
