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“I could eat.”
His eyes blazed with heat.
My nipples pebbled instantly.
What was it about this man that made me ravenous?
Was it the way he demanded what he wanted from me without causing me any embarrassment or shame?
Was it my own uninhibited response to him?
He made me feel safe in my wants and needs.
“You’re thinking too hard, when you should be getting naked.”
I grinned. “Apologies, my liege.”
He snorted.
I removed my jacket first and tossed it aside. My boots were next. I slowly stripped out of my clothes until I was striding across the floor completely naked. Slash stood there, still wearing everything.
His hands slid out to grasp my hips and he pulled me into him. The rough denim of his jeans braised the seam of my body, igniting desire deep in my belly.
Slash’s fingers tangled into my dark hair, and he pulled my head back so he could capture my lips. His tongue thrust into my mouth, devouring me with every stroke.
My knees literally went weak, but he caught me. He scooped me into his arms and brought me to the bed. He set me down and then took a step back.
With a heavy, lidded gaze that he didn’t take off me, he began removing his clothes.
I spread my legs wide, showing him how much I wanted him. My hand wandered down my belly to rest at the apex of my thighs.
He sucked in a breath, his hazel eyes glinting green and gold. “Damn, woman,” he growled, dropping to the bed between my spread legs.
Slash grasped my hips and hauled me toward him. He gently pushed my hand out of the way.
I laughed, but I choked on it when he bent down and grazed his tongue along my cleft.
He slid his hands beneath me and lifted me toward his eager, hungry mouth.
I was held prisoner by the pleasure he gave me.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head while he feasted like a starving man. I ground against him, needing more, needing it all.
I slapped the bed with my open hands as my orgasm flowed through me.
Slash didn’t stop. He kept licking and sucking, wringing more from me until tears streamed out the corners of my eyes.
Only when I stopped trembling did Slash lift his head to stare at me. His lips glistened with my release.
He raised up, grasped himself in hand, and guided his erection into my body. He bent and took my mouth with his. I tasted myself on his tongue and another bloom of desire sparked between my legs as he filled me.
Slash gripped my leg, angling himself deeper. His thrusts were controlled, measured.
“Again, Brooklyn,” he growled. “I want you to come again.”
I gasped as he hit me deep.
He drove into me, rattling the headboard against the wall. He reached between us and stroked me. I clenched around him and screamed out another release.
