AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Cormac was inside, still dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing when he’d put me to bed and sitting on the soft brown leather couch with a glass of whiskey in his hands. It was obvious that he hadn’t slept yet and his expression was a mask of reluctance and frustration. His gaze lifted to mine as he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees with a heavy sigh.
Neither of us said anything, but there wasn’t really a need to.
There was so much sexual tension between us that it felt difficult to draw in a full breath. He sipped his whiskey and sat back, appraising me with the same molten desire I was feeling for him. I had questioned whether he wanted me or not before this moment. There was no question in my mind now. I was the woman that he wanted and for some unfathomable reason, hadn’t allowed himself to have, at least not yet. I took one step into the room and then another.
When I reached the center, I waited.
The tension between us only continued to mount. Time seemed to slow as he placed his glass on the small table beside him. I watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he fought with whatever was holding him back. My body was pulsing with need by now, and I wanted nothing more than for him to come to me and take everything I yearned for. His jawline set in a firm line, and I wasn’t certain if he was going to send me off with a cruel word, take me over his knee, or fuck me.
I told myself I wouldn’t run, no matter what it turned out to be.
He stood up, and it took everything in me to remain in place, my bare toes curling nervously against the plush fur rug beneath my feet. He closed the distance between us in two strides and wrapped his hand around my throat. He pushed me backwards and I went along with him until the wall pressed at my back. Pinned by him, I trembled, waiting for whatever came next be it good or bad.
His hand slid around to the back of my neck. I opened my mouth, fully intending to ask what he wanted from me, but his lips swept down and captured mine in a sweet kiss instead of the scolding I expected.
It began gently as he tentatively tasted me. His lips were softer than I expected, which was in stark contrast to the rough hair of his beard scraping against my skin. The dichotomy was enough to make my heart pound frantically in my chest, so much so that I thought it might burst. Gradually, the kiss morphed into something far rougher, fully revealing the fierce, passionate need the two of us had for each other.
From him, though, there was an abject possessiveness in that kiss that sent me reeling. It only made me kiss him with increasing desperation as our mouths and tongues tangled as one. When he finally pulled away enough for me to take in a heated breath, he stared hungrily into my eyes. I’d never felt more like prey than I did in that moment, hunted and captured, waiting for my predator to pounce at any given second now that I’d stepped out of the safety of my cage and right into his.
“I shouldn’t do this, but I can’t help myself when it comes to you,” he growled, and I shivered against him.
“Then don’t,” I dared him.
His mouth sought out mine for a second time and it didn’t start out gentle. He kissed me with such brutal passionate need that my lips ached, but my pussy only throbbed harder. He’d turned his back on whatever it is that was holding him back and I couldn’t help but return the kiss with equal fervor. I gave in to him and when he finally pulled back, his expression was ravenous with seductive intent.
I felt his fingers brush against the top of my thigh, and I gasped at the electricity that pierced through me at the unexpected skin to skin contact. He didn’t ask as he started to lift my nightshirt, but truly, he didn’t need to. I would have taken it off for him if he’d asked.
He bared me inch by painstakingly slow inch, as if he was trying to memorize every part of my body as he exposed it. I pressed the flats of my hands against the wall, trembling harder as he revealed more of me. When the moment came for him to bare my breasts, I shook hard enough to them jiggle a little, forcing me to confront how heavy with desire they felt.
He didn’t tell me to lift my arms. I did it without being asked and he tossed my nightshirt to the side. His broad hand cupped my right breast and I immediately forgot about every single one of my fears.
When his mouth dipped toward my breast, I stopped breathing. His lips surrounded my tender aching nipple, and I gasped out loud, frantically pulling air into my lungs as the world closed in around me. A soft moan escaped as the immediate flash of desire raced through me. He kissed and suckled at my tender bud, driving me at full speed toward the brink. He did the same to the other, occasionally switching back and forth until my nipples were throbbing and there really wasn’t any discernable difference between my moans or cries as more time went on.
He’d switched to kissing my left side again when his teeth dragged against my hard bud. Initially, I had thought he had just meant to tease me, but when his teeth gently bit around my nipple, he didn’t let go. I whimpered softly, somehow knowing that a harder bite was to follow. Caught up in the foggy heated throes of desire, I thrashed my head back and forth and moved my hands to push him away. His fingers curled around my wrists, and he swiftly pinned them to either side of me against the wall.
“No, please…” I begged.
I don’t know why I said it. I didn’t want this to stop. I wanted so much more.
He didn’t acknowledge that I said anything at all. Maybe he had heard the blatant desire in my trembling voice, or he was just taking what he wanted now whether I was willing or not, but I didn’t have enough time to fully guess at his intentions because he chose that moment to bite down on my nipple.
Hard.
In an instant, agony radiated from my nipple and blossomed outward to cover the rest of my breast. He held my stinging bud between his teeth and the pain didn’t lessen. When he finally released it, he wasted no time, nipping the other side just as roughly. I cried out both times, my aroused panic building to a fever pitch. I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally let go, but the aching throb didn’t cease completely.
“Naughty girls who tease Daddy get punished, don’t they?”
If I had been a volcano, that would have been the moment that I would have exploded, molten lava shooting straight up into the sky. My mouth went dry. I opened and closed my mouth, trying to form words even as my body simmered with fire. I felt feverish, so much so that sweat started to bead at the edges of my brow. Eventually, I realized he was waiting for me to speak, and I tried to gather myself even as my desire took complete control of me.
“Yes…” I finally managed to whisper.
It sounded more like a breath of air than anything else, but when I saw the corners of his lips curl up with a heated smirk, I knew he’d heard me loud and clear. Without any warning, he bit my right nipple. I didn’t know if it was actually harder than before, but it certainly felt that way. My cries escaped me with immediate desperation, rising in pitch until I was practically shrieking. He did the same to my left breast. By the time he finally pulled away, my eyes were watering and my breasts ached fiercely with agonized desire.
“Do you need to be punished, naughty girl?”
If words could make me come, those would have been it. Blood surged through my veins and my heart was pumping so hard that I could feel it in my head. I didn’t want to tell him that I wanted him to punish me. I didn’t want to make it that easy for him.
I just wanted him to do it.
