His gaze greedily took in every familiar feature. The graceful curve of her jaw and cheek; the arching red brows; the red lips. Her Caribbean blue eyes flickered warily but she stood before him in all her glory, daring him to turn away.
He closed the distance between them. Thrusting his fingers within the fire of her hair, he lifted her face up and gazed deeply into her eyes.
“You’re beautiful.”
Then his mouth took hers.
It was a kiss of raw hunger and demand; a need to possess and be possessed; a vow to give pleasure and to take. Her lips opened under his, her tongue tangling, thrusting as they drank from one another.
Her hands slipped around his shoulders as his lips closed around her tongue and sucked, drawing her very essence into him. His teeth sunk into her ripe lower lip, taking love bites, and he trailed kisses across her cheek, exploring every feature that had been hidden by the mask.
When he lifted his head, her eyes burned as if with fever. Her nails dug fiercely into his shoulders.
“Take me, Phantom. Take me now. I belong to you.”
He lifted her up and they tumbled to the bed. There was no teasing, no love play, as she ripped off his robe and ran her hands over his long, lean body.
They were ravenous for each other; hands and tongues and lips tangled together. He cupped her buttocks and sucked on her nipples as she reached down and took his throbbing cock between her fingers and squeezed.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and they rolled over in the cool, satin sheets. Then she climbed on top of him, grasped his cock, and impaled herself with one smooth push.
He groaned. She gasped.
She arched back so he buried himself to the hilt in her tight, clingy heat. He sat up on the bed and wrapped his arms around her so they were face to face, flesh buried within flesh, gazes locked. Her nipples pressed into his chest. His lips hungrily took hers and plunged inside her mouth as deeply as his cock. He rocked his hips. Once. Again.
She cried out as convulsions shook her body. The orgasm overtook her.
He shouted her name and followed her over. Her teeth savagely sunk into his shoulder as she clung to him.
Hailey slid down from the pinnacle with his cock still buried inside of her. Her flesh pulsed and quivered in tiny vibrations and she turned her head to press kisses over his mouth, enjoying his ragged warm breaths against her mouth. Her fingers gentled and stroked back his silky, black hair, then lingered over the gleaming smoothness of his mask which still hid him from her full view.
“I can’t get enough of you,” she whispered, then nipped at his bottom lip. His mouth curved upward in a smile. “Would you like to know another one of my fantasies?”
A deep chuckle rumbled his chest. “If it’s anything like the last one, they’ll be carrying me out on a stretcher.”
She licked at his jaw and tasted clean soap and the salty tang of male sweat. His rough stubble prickled against her tongue.
“Never. You’re my new superhero. No Viagra ever needed. Hours of pleasure guaranteed, until a woman begs for mercy.”
“What is this superhero called?”
“Studman.”
He laughed. “Batman. Superman. Spiderman. Now Studman.”
“Exactly. Still want to hear my fantasy?”
“Go ahead.”
“I lock you in a room and take away your clothes. You’re at my command every hour of the day, completely at my mercy, and you’ll do anything I ask. The only way to escape is to please me, so you work very hard at it.”
“Hmmm. Sounds like what we’re doing now except I’m the one who has to obey.”
“Exactly.”
“Hailey?”
“Yes?”
