Breaking the connection, I lifted her a few inches, enough to press a wet kiss against both inner thighs. “Not yet. Not until I tell you to come.”
Whether or not we’d played a game before didn’t matter any longer. In my mind and for the time being, she belonged to me.
She writhed in my hold, her face shimmering as she tried to obey.
But she wasn’t able, an orgasm rushing through her.
Her body stiffened, her knees clenching my head. The moment the climax electrified her system I was rewarded with the sweetest cream flowing down my throat.
With every swipe of my tongue, she bucked even harder, grinding against me as her breathing became labored.
There was nothing sweeter, nothing more satisfying than making a woman come.
Yet the hunger was such that even with her pussy still pulsing, the eagerness to drive my cock deep inside proved stronger than any concept of enjoying the moment.
For some insane reason, I thought about the other masked man who’d dared lay a hand on her. He’d been the perfect example of an unscrupulous man who only cared for his own twisted needs.
Just thinking about his attitude and how he’d stroked her like she’d been his property fueled the anger that had never left.
Maybe the reality of my fervent rage was partially due to my possessive nature.
I’d had a strong sense that the man who’d lost the auction would want her back and would do anything in his power to make that happen.
Not a chance.
Even now as I pulled Reese to her feet with unbridled intent, my mind played out the options.
And the danger.
The idea of her being taken while under my protection sent a hot violent streak coursing through my blood.
With the fire in her eyes and the sinful way she moved, a line had already been crossed, one that should concern me. Instead, it was simply another powerful aphrodisiac.
She’d never be touched by anyone else.
Her soft lips and quiet sighs, her gentle yet fierce actions, and every rounded curve were all for me.
CHAPTER 12
Reese
Maybe I was fooling myself, but his touch, his heated kisses, and the way Kendrick was holding me in his arms were cathartic.
Soothing.
Exciting.
I’d all but begged him to fuck me. My reaction to him made no sense, but I didn’t care.
With my mind frazzled, all I could think about was touching him.
And him touching me. Stroking me.
Licking me.
Fucking me.
My almost crazed hunger for him didn’t make any sense. While I had no reason to doubt what he’d told me, I also had no reasonto trust anyone at this point. I’d known what he was trying to say about how this was being allowed to continue.
