Page 157 of Sienna Rossi: Beyond Shattered Trust

I look around; it’s a gorgeous place.

“Want a drink?” he asks, putting the bags down. “Or anything?”

“Yeah…” I say softly, allowing my glamour to fall away as I step closer to him. “I want you.”

His hands come to my waist as he pulls me closer. Our eyes connect, the tension sizzling between us, our hearts racing, and then he closes the distance; every firm ridge of his body presses firmly against mine as our lips meet in a kiss that steals my breath away.

Delicious currents rush through my body, settling in my core as I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him harder. His hands tighten around me, running up and down my back. Everywhere he touches me, he leaves a trail of pleasure in his wake.

He runs his tongue along my lips, and I part them, allowing him access. I moan the moment his tongue flicks mine. He lifts me with one arm around my waist, and I wrap my legs around him as I slip my tongue into his mouth; he sucks on it, and I moan into his mouth, feeling him throb against me.

Gods, this man…

Our kisses become more feverish, more passionate, more desperate as he turns and pins me up against the wall. I tangle my hand in his hair, pulling him closer, wanting to remove any space between us.

Jayce pulls away from my lips, trailing kisses down my jaw and neck. I gasp softly when he bites down on my neck, breaking the skin. I moan softly at the sting of pain that mixes with pleasure that darts through me. He extracts his teeth, flicking his tongue over the wound, a soft groan escaping him before he carries me through the hall.

His lips never leave mine, and when we reach the bedroom, he pulls back slightly, just long enough to open the door. The room is dimly lit, casting a warm glow throughout it.

He shuts the door and carries me to the canopied bed, placing me down gently. He climbs on top of me, and I yank him closer, unbuttoning his shirt. I want to feel his body against mine.

“Wait…” Jayce murmurs as I slide his shirt off.

“I don’t want to wait,” I murmur as I reach down and cup his hardened dick. He sucks in his breath, cursing under his breath as his hand cups the back of my neck.

“Fuck, Darling,” he growls huskily, tilting my head back as he ravishes my throat with kisses, sucking and nipping as he travels lower.

Heat floods through me instantly as his kisses travel down my collarbone, with devastatingly deep passion. Every kiss feels possessive and hungry, like he’s trying to make up for every second he spent denying himself this.

His other hand palms my breast, drawing a moan from my lips. My heart hammers as he slips his hand beneath my dress, sliding it off my shoulder.

My breath catches when his teeth graze my nipple, before he soothes it with his tongue. A shiver tears through me as his grip tightens slightly at the sound I make.

Gods.

The way he touches me feels dangerous, so sinfully perfect; all I can think of is how good this feels, how good he feels.

The pleasure that runs through me is divine.

His kisses travel lower, moans of ecstasy leaving my lips. He is ruining me with nothing but his mouth, and I am entirely at his mercy.

He ignites a trail of pleasure down my stomach, his heart rate spiking before he pushes my dress up and spreads my legs apart. I bite my lip as his brilliant blue eyes connect with mine, and then he slides my panties aside and devours me.

I cry out as pleasure grips me as his tongue strokes my clit in perfect, tantalising strokes, knowing exactly what makes my body react. I slide my fingers through his thick, lush locks.

“Fuck…” I moan as I grind myself against his face.

Jayce is eating me out, gods… This feels so good…

He presses my legs further apart before he plunges his tongue into my soaking pussy. I whimper, my grip tightening in his hair.

“Faster,” I moan hornily. “Fuck, that’s it.”

He runs his tongue along my length before twirling his tongue around my clit, the move making my back arch. He pulls me closer, his hands cupping my thigh as he returns to ravishing my clit.

“Fuck!” I moan, feeling the pressure building. I’m so close…

I whimper as he knuckles down on his assault, and then I’m tipping over the edge.