"Or you can fuck right off," I push off the door, trying to walk past him, getting one step before he blocks me, backing me against it again.
"Come on, little hunter," he crowds my space, making my head spin. "Play with me."
A needy breath escapes me, but I don't answer.
"Well, you already lied to me earlier and said it was about work, so it can't be that." He taps his chin in pretend thought. "Is it because I haven't restocked your favorite tequila?"
I roll my eyes. "There's plenty of that in the freezer."
"Right, my mistake." His gaze lands on my lips briefly before returning to my eyes, "Is everything good with Belissenda?"
"Yeah," I nod. "All good."
He snaps, beaming, "Oh, I know. It's because you're embarrassed that you came in your sleep last night, isn't it?"
I shove him away from me, furious and humiliated.
"Oh, honey, you don't need to be so upset," he holds up his hands in supplication. "It was so fucking hot."
"Oh, fuck you," Redness fills my cheeks, the heat of shame overwhelming.
He licks his lips, taking up all the space between us and gripping my jaw with his large hand, forcing me to look up at him. "Every time I hear you fall apart, every fucking time, I ache to be the reason you're moaning and writhing in your bed. Your cries of pleasurehaunt me, Isla. You have no idea the power they have over me. There'snothingI wouldn't do to be the cause of your pleasure. You've made me into a dangerous, feral thing just by existing. Do you understand that?"
I try to shake my head, the plainness in his confession leaving me speechless.
For a second, we stare at each other, chests rising and falling in tandem as his words really sink in. It's the closest thing to a white flag either of us is capable of waving in this war against each other and our desires.
Whether he crashes his lips on mine or I pull him closer first, I'm not sure. All I know is one moment, we're staring at each other, and the next, his mouth is prying mine apart so his tongue can slide inside and explore. A sigh of relief escapes my lips, andhe swallows it down, lifting me with ease so I can wrap my legs around his hips.
Lips and tongues battling, he walks towards my bed, dropping me unceremoniously onto it before tearing his shirt up over his head. My fingers move of their own accord, reaching for his belt from my seat on the bed, ripping it through the loops and unbuttoning his pants, unzipping them and shoving them down, leaving his colossal, god-like body clad in nothing but dark gray briefs, the outline of his dick taunting me from inside them.
Before I can pull it out, he reaches for my shirt, tearing it from the collar down, leaving my upper body bare. He growls deep in his chest, shoving me flat on the bed and climbing over me, pressing his rock-hard body into mine, trapping me between him and the mattress beneath us.
Not wasting any more time, he kisses me again, long and hard, using his grip on the back of my knee to open my legs and slot himself between them, rocking his hardness against my clothed pussy. The pressure on my clit both eases the ache I feel and makes it worse, making me mewl with pleasure and frustration.
He groans my name, sounding as pained as I feel before he works his mouth up and down my neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses and licks, biting me with just enough force to make me cry out as his body keeps rocking back and forth on mine, his other hand gripped roughly in my hair to keep me in place.
He pulls my earlobe between his teeth, tugging on it before releasing it. "Let me devour you. I need my face buried between your legs, your thighs clamped against my head while I make you scream with my tongue. I'm fuckingstarvedfor you."
A pitiful whimper makes itself known in my throat as I nod frantically, pulling his mouth back to mine and writhing, moving with him to chase the friction of his hard length against my clit.
With a filthy moan, he extracts his mouth, sloppily licking and kissing his way down my chest, flicking his tongue against one ofmy nipples while his fingers pinch the other, sending lightning sparks of pleasure through me, the ache between my thighs growing. He bites my nipple, and I scream, making him groan with a full-body shiver of desire.
"God, these tits are so pretty," he groans, lapping at my nipple with his gaze locked on mine, making me watch as he laves over the hard bud with his tongue, "Taste so fucking good, too."
All I can do is whimper as he moves his mouth to the other side, giving it the same filthy treatment, tugging with his teeth while my hips move to chase any kind of sensation, driving me to delirium.
Finally, he moves lower, kissing down my stomach and across my hip bones, working my sleep shorts down my legs with all the gentleness of a fucking tiger tearing into a meal.
"No panties, baby?" he taunts, kneeling between my legs as his fingers drift through the wetness of my cunt. He groans through gritted teeth, his eyes locked on my core, "Were you just walking around bare, hoping I'd strip you out of your clothes and make this little cunt mine?"
I shake my head, but I think we both know the answer is a resoundingyes. Iwastrying to force his hand, have been for weeks, even if I couldn't acknowledge it at the time.
He slides his fingers back through, drifting between my lips and teasing my opening before trailing up and rubbing my clit with a barely there touch. "You're so beautiful like this. Naked and flushed, wide open for me to play with." With each filthy word, his fingers become more deft, more firm, swirling in little circles that make my head spin.
When he removes his hand, a frustrated whimper escapes my throat. He chuckles, lifting one of my legs up over his shoulder, kissing the ankle, then my calf, working those soft, hot lips up my leg, closer to my dripping center. My sensitive thighs shake when he grazes one with his teeth, grinning down at me with asmile that's all predator. The closer he gets to my cunt, the flatter he lays on the bed, using his free hand to put my other leg over his shoulder, bringing his mouth directly between my thighs, inches from where I need it.
When his tongue darts out and flicks against my clit, I swear to god I start levitating. His incredible mouth works me so well that my legs try to close against him, against the already overwhelming sensation. But his giant hands grip my thighs, pulling them apart as he devours me, burying his whole mouth against my pussy, his tongue and lips working me over and over while I moan and cry out. My hands twist in the sheets beside me, trying to keep me grounded against the onslaught.
