Slick with desire, I move against him and swallow his fevered groan with a kiss.
“Want.”I press that word into the skin over his heart.
Alexus pulls away from my mouth and says the three words that are my undoing. “Then take me.”
Bracing myself on his broad, rounded shoulders, I position myself over his cock just right, then I sink onto him, gasping as I work him inside me, inch by torturous inch. There’s so little of me, and so very much of him, yet there will somehow never be enough.
As I rock gently, a deep moan rumbles from his chest.
“Fuck, Raina. And I thought your mouth would be my ruin.” Breathing hard, he shuts his eyes for the span of a heartbeat and then stares into my eyes. “I might not survive this.”
A smile tempts my mouth. I felt like a god when I straddled him in the wood, and I feel that same way now.
I bite my lip as he carefully rolls his hips, each shallow thrust matching the pace I’ve set. I can see the tension in him, the way the tendons in his neck strain, the way the vein across his shoulder swells as he clutches my hips.
He’s holding back. For me.
Soon my body complies to his movements, opening to him,forhim?—
And I am lost.
There is nothing gentle about anything I do to him from this moment forward. I’m ravenous, heat coiling inside me, the tightest, sweetest ache making me move with relentless abandon, his cock stretching me wide and hitting me so deep.
Alexus skims his hands up my body, wraps his fists in my hair, angling my head back with enough force in his grip that a chill covers every inch of my skin.
“Take me,” he commands, thrusting a little harder. “Fucking take all of me.”
The soft, dark hair on his chest tortures the tips of my breasts as we move, our rhythm driven by the soft bites he presses along the side of my neck, the way he licks and sucks the places where his teeth might’ve left a mark. For one long moment, I think I might fall apart from this alone.
But then he closes his mouth over the tip of my breast and presses his teeth around my nipple, sucking. Watching me, he flicks his tongue and raises his hips, pressing into me so deeply that I drop my head back, my body falling still as I try to breathe around the fullness.
Hands digging into my hips, he fucks me, pounding all that cock into me until a delicious ache grows between my legs. An ache I can’t wait for him to relieve.
“Not yet,” he says, gripping my waist and sliding out of me as he turns us over.
I shiver when he runs his warm hands over my breasts and drags those rough palms over the curves of my hips and down my legs, all the way to my ankles, before he returns and does it all again. The third time,he spreads my legs, gripping my thighs, studying me like I’m a work of art.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Raina.” He holds me there, his fingers pressed firmly into my legs as he trails kisses from my knee down my inner thigh, lower and lower, until he tastes me.
Gasping at the long slide of his tongue, I clench the bedcovers. He turns me mindless, flicking his tongue against my clit and plunging it inside me and over me until I can barely think around the desire he won’t let me release.
It makes me ache, and desire overwhelms. One second, I’m pressing against his mouth, grinding my hips, needing his tongue deeper. The next moment, he’s touching me, opening me, sliding his fingers inside me, his tongue still ravaging my body, and I’m clawing at the bed linens to get away.
A throaty little laugh leaves him as he grips my hips and draws me back to his hungry mouth. How easily I surrender.
Alexus groans—feasting, savoring, devouring. Then he flips me to my stomach, drawing me up on my knees, exposing me to him, my torso flat on the bed. Again, I grip the linens, bracing myself, because I know what’s coming.
“I will never get my fill of this,” he whispers. “Of you. Never.”
The vibration of his voice over my tender, aching flesh sends a chill across my skin, coaxing me toward a climax I so desperately need.
Alexus spreads me wide and plunges his tongue inside me again. “So godsdamn good,” he says, licking and sucking, until I’m biting on the brocade coverlet to endure him.
This is worship. Alexus Thibault has lain me on his altar and praised every inch of me.
Just when I think I can bear no more, he presses soft kisses to my thighs, trails his tongue up the curve of my backside, and then kneels closer behind me. Slowly, he enters me, pushing that broad, swollen head of his impossibly hard cock inside me, little by little, every inch its own unbearable torture.
“So fucking wet, Raina,” he groans. “So fucking ready for me.”
