He wasn’t about to give in, snapping the lace from my body. But he didn’t stop there, raking his hand down the front of my shirt. Buttons flew, the blouse rendered useless.
With one hand pressed on the stair beside me, he positioned his body between my legs, peering down at me with such ferocity that I was left breathless.
“Don’t deny me or yourself.”
As he crushed his mouth over mine, the feel of his soft lips was entirely different. There was passion in every aspect of the man and his determination to dominate me was nothing I could fight. He was far too strong.
And we were both far too hungry.
The moment was as powerful as the man, pushing me into exposing the darkness swelling inside. Fighting with him had become an art that further increased the longing. He dominated my tongue as he’d done before, yet it wasn’t enough for him.
I doubted anything would be.
Lifting his head, his upper lip curled as his nostrils flared. “You’re all mine.”
The three words shouldn’t mean anything outside of the heat of the moment, but I knew better.
He was laying claim to someone who didn’t belong to him. Not that he cared. Rules weren’t meant for him to follow.
He ripped at my bra, exposing my breast. As soon as he did, he cupped and squeezed, using his thumb and forefinger to tease my nipple. When he pinched it between his fingers, I cried out. Not from pain, but from excitement and need. He’d figured out that I couldn’t deny or ignore the cravings that I’d felt since the moment I’d met him.
While his weight was unbearable, I longed to see every inch of his naked body, hungering for his skin to be pressed against mine. The way his hips were pinning me, keeping me from escaping was seductive instead of repulsive.
With both of us breathing rapidly, he took a few seconds to peer down at me as he’d done before. Yet this time the darkness had consumed him.
He devoured a nipple, sucking and pulling the tender flesh between his teeth. I involuntarily arched my back, stretching my muscles. He shifted to my other hardened bud, taking his time to lick as if it were a piece of delicious candy. When he returned to the first, I’d already lolled my head to the side. The fight was fading as the need for him increased.
I barely had time to collect my breath before he was curled in between my legs. There was no possibility of objecting before he had them bent and open wide, exposing all of me.
Nothing within him allowed for patience. He dropped his head, burying his face in my pussy. I was so wet, juice already slickening my inner thighs. Gasping, I stared up at the coffered ceiling, trying to understand what was happening, why I’d all but given him permission to take what didn’t belong to him.
There was no acceptable answer.
He forced my legs open wider, keeping me pinned down. There was nowhere to go, no possibility of escaping him. Not that I wanted to. He slowed his actions until his tongue was teasing my folds, taking his time to drive me to the point of begging him to fuck me.
Just like he wanted.
Like he’d predicted.
The swipe of his tongue around my clit was almost too much. I was already sensitive, every inch of skin tingling from the harsh spanking and the way he’d touched me. Lava coursed through my veins, a delicious yet sinful feeling that had erupted long before this moment.
Every touch was rough and soon, I was lost in the sweet paradise of his mouth and tongue. With every demanding touch, I sensed this was nothing more than an act of punishment for denying him.
He was bringing me so close to a wondrous climax then pulling away, as if teaching me a lesson I wouldn’t soon forget. He rimmed my opening several times, only thrusting his tongue inside my tight channel after I’d released several moans.
I bit my lip to try to keep from crying out, but it was no use. I was awash in sweet pleasure, incapable of shutting down the electric sensations. Writhing beneath him, I struggled to reach him several times before giving up. He’d already driven me into a blissful moment of nirvana and I’d yet to orgasm.
He continued his assault, bringing me to the sweet precipice several times. I finally managed to grab a fistful of hair, tossingmy head back and forth as the lights seemed to flash in front of my eyes. I heard myself cry just as a wave of pleasure tore through me. There was no chance at holding back, no understanding of why it was so easy to let go with him.
With this monster.
But I did, a single orgasm drifting into another beautiful wave. I bucked hard against him, grinding my pussy into his face. The pleasure was overwhelming, pure sweet ecstasy.
I lolled my head as I’d done before, barely able to move or breathe.
He was suddenly hovering over me, the look in his eyes completely possessive. He kissed me again, this time without remorse, his actions primal, almost vicious as he swept his tongue inside. Tasting myself on him was strange yet inviting, and like the combined scent of our desire, intoxicating.
When he pulled away, he stood over me, preventing me from leaving while he removed his clothes. I was lightheaded, my vision foggy, yet I wanted to see him, every inch. I longed to trace his muscles with my tongue, tasting his skin.
