Page 68 of Drawn into Oblivion

“Satisfy me,” she groaned. “Now.”

He gnashed his teeth with a sexy growl and carried her to bed. She was forced to let go of him when he set her down, but the look on his face as he stripped her of her dress sent a wild thrill through her. It was a look that said he was having a religious experience. Rather than undoing the cords holding his shirt shut, he tugged it over his head to take it off, ripping at least one tie in the process.

Rosuke leaned over his sweet Mai and meticulously kissed, sucked, and licked every sensitive place on her body, starting with the spot behind her ear and culminating with the inside of her delicate ankle. He ran his fingers across every inch his mouth didn’t get to, memorizing the feel of her skin and the way she shivered beneath his touch.

Then he pulled back to take in the sight of her so he could burn the image into his mind. She lay in a pose both relaxed and vulnerable, open and trusting, hands resting on either side of her head. She panted softly, eyelids low as though she’d woken from a deep sleep, cheeks a pretty shade of pink. He had pushed her back so quickly that her hair lay fluffed up beneath her like bunched silk. And the breathy sigh she made as she languidly licked her lips while staring at his mouth…

Mai could barely see straight. Electric currents washed over her. Heat radiated. Rosuke studied her like an artist staring at a work of art still in progress—one he would love most. One he’d been building up to create his whole life. She looked at his mouth with terrible longing.

“You look like you want something,” he rumbled while stroking her thighs. He leaned over her. “Like you want me to give it to you.”

His words as much as his low, pleased voice evoked memories that stirred her up inside. She labored to lift her hand to the back of his neck. Her arms felt so heavy.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

“Where?” he asked even as his gaze drifted downward. She widened her legs and pulled Rosuke to where she needed him most. Groaning in eager compliance, he shifted to lie on his stomach. She managed to drag a pillow beneath her head and marveled at the sight of his mouth descending, lips open and tongue out. Wet heat locked on to the most sensitive part of her, dragging a mewling cry from her throat.

She clamped her twitching thighs around his head and fisted her hands in the bedding. It was either that or risk yanking on his hair. How he could breathe while trapped between her legs she didn’t know, but he brought her to the edge several times, torturing her with his lips and tongue, moaning against her core almost as loudly as her sobs of pleasure. She hadn’t liked his teasing when he’d done it in the Red Room either, yet she didn’t beg him for the last inch that would unravel her. Perhaps she wanted to draw the evening out as long as possible. Perhaps he did too.

There. She was so close. A breath away. She squeezed his head tight…

He wrenched her thighs open and pulled back, cheeks flushed and mouth glistening. Too addled to stop him, she had to let him escape and even to shut her legs, though she made a small, plaintive sound. In fact, she could hardly string a sentence together to complain, especially when he swiped his tongue over his lips to taste her once more.

“Rosuke, have mercy,” she keened.

She tried to part her thighs for him, but he stopped her and flipped her onto her stomach. She was about to glare at him over her shoulder when he lifted her to her hands and knees and pushed her forward with his body, forcing her to crawl up the bed until she was staring down at the pillow. She gasped as he pulled her back into the seat of his pelvis.

“Gods, how I’ve wanted you like this.”

“O-oh, take me,” she begged, squirming against him. “Take me, please.”

His hands briefly left her, and she heard the rustle of clothing. Then he palmed her hip and hissed an expletive as he brushed his erection against her sex. She lowered her upper body to the pillow, desperate to pull him in. The tip of him parted her lips, notched…

“Yes,” she crooned, fisting her hands in the silken shell of his mattress.

Rosuke sank into his sweet Mai as easily as a sword into its sheath. Only she was hot, tight, and slippery. She made a harsh, satisfied moan that broke once he was deep inside her. Her slick heat gripped him, and his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. His balls clenched and so did his teeth. He had thought he could hold back, even a little, but he’d been wrong—laughably wrong. He clamped down on her hips and widened the stances of their knees. Then she broke him utterly with a soft plea.

“Make me yours.”

He let himself go, unabashedly moaning with every breath, barely blinking as he made love to her. The tremors of his thrusts rippled across her luscious buttocks. She clung to his bedding, her upper body rocking over the pillow she lay on. It still wasn’t enough.

Mai could only make strangled groans as Rosuke imprinted himself on her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t call his name, could hardly breathe as waves of pleasure bombarded her. The smallest things only served to overwhelm her further, such as the way he’d tilted her hips to reach as deep as possible. Or the way he pulled her into every thrust. Or the sound of his loins slapping her mons.

She got a brief respite when he paused to lean over her, planting his fists into the mattress on either side of her. Then he renewed his hard, steady pace. The heat pouring off his body was intense against her back.

“Can you feel the shape of me?” he purred to remind her of what she’d said the first time she’d taken him into her body. “Can you feel how deep I am inside you? How hard you make me?” Mai was too lost in pleasure to answer. He felt so big over her, as if she had disappeared beneath him. “Bear down on me, sweet girl.”

She squeezed, then moaned as heat and tension gathered low in her belly. He curled even closer, covering her back with his wide chest, and rested his weight on one forearm angled high. His other arm…

He touched her inner thigh, seeking, and she gripped the bedding tight as he slid his thick fingers between her legs. She cried out, for he had trapped her in that position and his pace hadn’t slowed. She couldn’t escape the pleasure—not that she wanted to. She could only accept his thrusts and the swirl of his finger, and his hot, achy sighs by her ear.

Her voice cut out as pleasure seized her. Eyes closed and mouth open, she hooked her feet over his calves and pulled herself deeper into the mattress. Slowing, he rolled his hips against her in gentle jabs that felt so good she almost passed out. And when the tension began to melt, he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her up, and pumped into her with renewed need. His hot breath spilled over her shoulder. His cock had never felt so thick and hard.

Echoes of her climax still warmed her sex when he gripped her nape with his teeth and bucked his hips. She nearly came a second time. He hadn’t broken skin, or even bruised her, but the act sated a carnal need she hadn’t even been aware of. His cock throbbed inside her. His agonized groans rumbled against her back. She teetered on the edge.

Then his magic sank into her body and wrapped itself around her power. A single tendril pierced her, connecting them metaphysically for a heart-stopping second. His teeth let go of her. His arms shook. Neither of them could make a sound. The next thing she knew, she was flat on the bed and gasping for air. Rosuke was heavy over her, but the bliss swimming through her veins made her not really care. She would enjoy the sensation as long as possible and savor the sweet taste of distraction.

Chapter Twenty