Electricity shot through her veins. She cried out, arching her body into his mouth, needing more. God, so much more. The bedspread bunched when she tried to move closer and away all at once. He took advantage of her movements and yanked her panties off. Then, strong hands slid under her butt to trap her in place while his broad shoulders kept her legs spread.
His huge hands cupping her butt and his dangerous mouth over her clit almost sent her flying. “Seth, please—”
“Shh,” he rumbled against her flesh. “The begging comes later.”
Any protest caught in her throat as he ran his tongue over her with a low whisper of appreciation.
Her mind spun. The moment held too much intimacy, and the man had too much control. “Seth, I don’t like this.” The words may have lost some impact with the breathiness of her voice.
An open-palmed slap to her clit echoed in the night. She yelped. Pain and pleasure melded. Her ears rang, and an orgasm hovered just out of reach.
Seth levered up, his hand remaining on her mound, his face over hers, and his eyes a piercing blue. “Don’t lie to me, Mia. Not here. Not now.”
Keeping her gaze, he slid one finger inside her.
Heat made desire climb through her until her cheeks burned. “Not…lying,” she gasped.
Dark amusement lifted his lip. “Really?” Another finger.
She swallowed loudly, her body moving of its own accord, regardless of the battle going on in her head.
He found her G-spot. His thumb brushed her clit, and the world exploded.
She shut her eyes and rode the waves with a choked whimper. Pleasure spiraled through her, pinpointing on his talented fingers. Finally, with a soft sigh, she came down, and her eyelids fluttered open.
Male satisfaction crossed his face. “Let’s try again.”
Her eyes opened wider as she grabbed his shoulder. “No, Seth—”
“I’ve got your taste, sweetheart. Right now, I just want to play. If you keep denying me, I’ll make you beg for it.” The wicked glint in his eyes promised that hewantedto make her beg.
The orgasm had taken off the edge, and reality crashed back. “I don’t think so.”
“I do.” He shifted up her body, and his teeth scraped her nipple.
Lust shot through her so quickly her lungs compressed. A need, greater than before, flared her nerves to life. “Wait…I don’t want…”
“What don’t you want?” He licked her skin and nipped the underside of her breast.
She blinked rapidly while her nipple turned diamond-sharp, wanting him. Needing him. “This is too much,” she gasped. “I want—”
“To stay in control,” he whispered, tracing her ribs with his lips.
“Yes.” She took a deep breath. Thank goodness he understood.
“No.” Another sharp slap to her clit and sparks flashed behind her eyes. The need to orgasm lit her skin on fire. Her entire body short-circuited, and her brain fuzzed.
She didn’t like this. Well, sheshouldn’tlike this. Her body, however, didn’t agree.
His mouth soothed the erotic pain, the gentle heat such a contrast to the cold smack that her thighs trembled. The man was playing games way out of her experience. Her body seemed to love it…while her mind struggled for reality.
This was beyond sex.
He moved back down her body, and his whiskers scraped her skin as he sank his teeth into her inner thigh. Marking her. Pain and pleasure became indistinguishable. She’d wear his bite for a week.
She gasped. “Don’t mark me.”
“Too late.” Then he got serious. His hands, his mouth, his whiskers, his talented tongue…all moving, all creating such pleasure she could only writhe and feel.
