“Come sit on my face, baby. I want to taste you.”
“I—” I begin, but he doesn’t let me argue.
“Get your fucking pussy on my mouth right now, Brielle.”
I crawl up his body until his mouth is flush with my pussy, his hands gripping my hips, and he pulls me down so there’s no space left between us.
The second his tongue makes contact, I fall forward and grip the headboard. I try not to move as he does whatever he wants, but it’s becoming harder, and I can’t take it. I can feel his fingers pressing into the skin on my legs, and I know there will be bruises from the pressure, but I want his marks on me.
Emris laps at me before fucking me with his tongue. I throw my head back with a moan as my hips move on their own accord. This is so fucking wrong. How does he want me after I pressed a gun to his head? He’s eating me like he’s starving for me, and it doesn’t take much more until I’m falling right off the cliff into euphoria.
The force from the orgasm has me screaming his name and shaking on top of him.
He places kisses along the insides of my thighs as I come down from the high he gave me but wastes no time as he flips me onto my back.
“You taste like heaven. Better than anything else,” he says, climbing off the bed. Emris looms over the edge, his fingers going to the buttons of his shirt. He slowly removes each one until he’s standing shirtless in front of me, looking godlier than ever.
Next comes his pants followed by his boxers, leaving him in nothing else. My eyes roam over his body, and the hunger inside of me grows even more.
Emris slowly climbs back on the bed, spreading my legs wide to fit his large frame.
“I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this moment,” he says under his breath, almost as if talking to himself instead of me. I keep my eyes on him, watching his every move. My chest swells with anticipation at taking this next step with him.
“You just met me.” I whisper.
“That doesn’t mean I wasn’t waiting.”
Our eyes stay locked, and I hold my breath as the tip of his cock nudges against my entrance. He holds himself there, his eyes closing as he slowly works his way into me, as if he’s savoring every second spent inside me.
“Emris,” I gasp when he shoves his hips forward, filling me.
“Fuckkkkk. I’ve been inside you for five damn seconds and I’m ready to fucking blow,” he complains as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in with more force.
“Fuck me, Emris. Please,” I beg, knowing that will get him moving, and boy was I right—he starts fucking me like his life depends on it.
My hands grip the sheets, and I throw my head back as he keeps the same rhythm, fucking me exactly as I need him to.
“Come with me, Brielle,” he says, leaning over me, wrapping his hand tightly around my throat and sending me right into oblivion. My vision blurs as he pounds into me, chasing his own release, which he finds seconds later. I try to watch his handsome face as he comes, but black dots dance in my vision.
I’m seconds away from passing out when his hand disappears, and he lands on top of me, kissing me. I suck in much-needed air when he pulls back.
“I’m never going to get enough of you, Brielle. I hope you know that. Stay right there,” he says before getting up and walking toward the ensuite bathroom. The sink turns on and off, and before he can return from the bathroom, my eyes droop closed from pure exhaustion.
Emris gently spreads my thighs and cleans me up, but my eyes are already closed by the time he’s done and joins me in bed.
He wraps his arms around me, and for the first time in a long time, I fall asleep with no problem at all.
28
EMRIS
“Haveyou heard from Killian or Archer since we’ve been here?” Carson asks, pulling out of the parking lot and heading straight to the freeway.
Let’s hope this tip is better than the last one.We need some real information on where the fuck Susie is.
The strip club we’re going to is only about half an hour from here, and at least this way, I know Brielle’s safe. James Tower has top security, so there’s no other place I’d trust her to be aside from with me.
“Not since last night. They don’t even know we’re in town. I was planning on calling them first thing in the morning,” I mumble. “I was hoping we’d get some kind of new info to relay to them.”
