He leaned into her again, and Ana’s chest sank. She wanted to taste him. She needed him to stop this game of making her wait, making her beg. She wanted his lips and his touch and his body consuming her as his eyes had been doing since they’d first met. To be devoured and drowned beneath every part of him.
She tried to kiss him again, but he pulled just out of her reach. She wriggled against his hands and wrapped her ankles behind his thighs, forcing him closer, nearly able to distinguish his length pressing between her legs behind those jeans. He was… fuck, she couldn’t wait to see him freed. See that luscious cock standing at attention and awaiting her mouth around it. Filling her completely. Shit, she’d never been with a man as large as him.
Her body sang in restless abandon at the thought.
A huff of amusement left him at her eagerness, that stupid smile hiking high on the left side. His forehead pressed to hers, and for a moment, she thought she saw hesitation, and yet hunger in his eyes. Like he was holding himself back from fully giving in. Their chests rose and fell together, heavy breaths syncing. Ana was nearly trembling. Her mouth sagged, she swallowed, and this time, she didn’t have to move.
Sam’s lips were on hers, and Ana floated into chaos.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SHIT.
Fuck, her lips. Her taste. Her staggering heartbeat. Her soft flesh and that fight…
His entire being lit on fire as her mouth opened to him. They became a frenzy of tongues, hunger, and insatiable desire for the other. His grip on her wrists faltered, unable to stop himself from wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer, her thighs squeezing around his hips, the backs of his thighs. He cupped her head in his hand, fingers entwining in her hair as she began to wrestle with his belt buckle. But he couldn’t let her lips go.
She was licentious poison. Heavy gravity at the edge of a cliff that beckoned a vulnerable body. The weight of water overhead. An enticing darkness for the soul to be reborn in.
And she was all his.
Her nails scratched his stomach, making his abs flinch, and when she managed to get his buckle undone and she pressed her palm against his straining length, Sam forgot himself.
A frightening snarl left him, his teeth baring against her lips. That animal-like restriction sounded in the back of his throat, the world flashing scarlet in his eyes. It was a reflex of his true self, and he barely realized he had picked her up, thrown her onto the bed, pinned her wrists onto the mattress, and was standing over her until he heard her gasp.
Her eyes blew in fear and arousal, body stiffening beneath him. She froze there, her breath ceasing as Sam bent and leaned in closer. His nose dragged across her cheek, allowing him to inhale the perfect scent of that fear coursing through her rapid pulse. It rattled his bones and made his existence slip to the edge of whatever tiny sliver of humanity he pretended to have in him, and he held it at the precipice. A predator toying with its prey. A monster and a mouse.
So fucking sweet.
“You’re going to lie back, wicked girl, and you’re going to accept whatever pleasures I have for you… from tonight and until your very last breath…”
Visible goosebumps rose on her skin as his eyes met hers. A smile flinched on her lips, breath returning to her heaving lungs. “Big words, stalker,” she breathed. She leaned in closer to his ear, making the hair on his neck stand as she whispered, “Make me believe it.”
Sam tipped her head back, his grip tightening enough that he saw her eyes widen. “One day, this mouth is going to get you punished,” he swore. His grip loosened, thumb brushing against her lips as he bent lower. “Don’t stop,” he whispered.
Ana’s lips opened up to him and pushed around his thumb, her soft mouth taking him in, tongue dragging teasingly along the bottom. And just when he made to slip away, she bit…hard.
Hard enough that he felt the skin break, but he didn’t move as he watched that drop trickle over his joint, and her tongue darted out to lick it up. His cock twitched behind the zipper, his instincts kicking in at the sight of what she was doing to him. As if she knew exactly what would have him lusting after her and losing control.
But he didn’t have time for that.
He didn’t have time to let her have that over him. At least not yet.
He would let her take that control another night. Welcome her power to take over his own curiosity. Tonight, though… tonight, he would give her that first taste of addiction.
Taking his thumb from her mouth, he wrapped her jaw instead, his lips pressing hard to hers and tasting that iron on her tongue. He needed to taste every inch of her skin, wondering if it tasted as sinful as her lips. He kissed every flower on her throat as he undid the button of her pants, his chin brushing the pillows of her heaving breasts that he was making himself wait to take in. He sat back on his knees, holding her stare as he pulled her pants off, one leg at a time, then tossed them to the ground as he admired the siren in front of him. Her full thighs, the grand rose, crown, and skull tattoo on the right one, the way her legs fell open and bent on either side of him, an invitation to that sweet fucking arousal that he was desperate for.
Ana sat up, her mouth encompassing his as she reached behind her for the tie on her corset, loosening it enough that he felt her wiggle as she stretched it down her body. He pulled back to help her slip her legs out of the bodysuit, and when she was wholly bared on that bed, his mind blanked.
His tongue wrapped her peaked nipple, her back arching as his hand delved between her thighs. Her moan sang to his soul, and his middle finger met her slick heat. He nearly cursed out loud. Nearly leapt onto her and lost his mind. Fuck, she was drenching. She jerked as he teased her clit and bit her nipple. She was arching and writhing and responding sofucking beautifully.
“Sam…” His name on her tongue had him aching again. He slipped one finger inside her, his thumb circling her clit, and her nails tightened on his scalp. Lower and lower he went, licking and kissing her flesh, tasting that tattoo between her breasts just as he’d promised himself he would. Until he reached the tops of her thighs, and he paused a moment to watch her eyes when he lowered.
The first kiss on her clit made the breath she had been holding exhale with a whimper. He continued tasting her, feasting on her. Alternating between slow, delicate licks and sucking those nerves into his mouth. Her back lifted off the bed, her nails scratching just enough in his hair to drive a chill over his own skin.
One finger inside her, then two… She was tighter than he’d expected, and he wondered if the pencil-dicked idiots from the other kingdoms had ever pleasured her as she deserved. He pondered if the voluptuous body he wanted to own had ever been worshiped as it should have been.
He was going to fuck her until she didn’t remember anyone else, until the only memory of a cock inside her was his own.
