“I’m very confused, Garrett.” And wet and ready for him, aching in a way that could not be healthy.
His fingers began to untangle from her hair. “Then let’s get some sleep and figure out the rest tomorrow.”
“But I want you.” She ran both of her hands up his chest, humming at the hard muscle beneath his worn T-shirt. “This is all a lot to take in, but one thing I know for sure is that I’m not waiting for the morning to live.” She didn’t have enough time for that. “I’m tired of thinking about this new world. I just want to feel for a while. What do you say?”
His nostrils flared, and his eyes morphed to a battleship gray. In one smooth movement, he twisted and put her on her back, his substantial body covering her. “I say that’s a fantastic idea.” Then his mouth was on her neck, his teeth gently scraping down to her clavicle.
He nuzzled his way back up and then took her lips. Fire burst through her. Wild and out of control. She tried to hold on to sanity, but his heated touch took away the world for the moment.
All she could do was feel. His dominance emerged full force when he kissed her with an aggressiveness that consumed her. He took control of them both, and there was no more resisting. No more thinking.
Her sex clenched, and he pressed against her, sending mini-tremors through her entire lower body. The blood thundered in her ears, and her breasts tightened painfully.
He ripped off her shirt and shoved down her yoga pants, the rough pads of his fingers marking every place they touched. Maybe forever. “Destiny.” Just one word. Her name. The sound curled deep inside her where she was trying to protect her heart.
There was no protection from Garrett Kayrs.
Frantically, she clutched the bottom of his shirt but didn’t try to remove it. There was too much risk of her seeing his back. “Hurry.”
“My way, kitten.” He shoved down his jeans, and the sound of the heavy denim hitting the floor barely registered in her mind. His body was solid titanium against her, showing no give. No weakness. Just pure strength and power.
She wanted this and him with everything she had. Her body softened naturally against his as his hand at her hair controlled her every movement. Her mouth opened to let him take, and she drew him in, feeling his hand on her nipples, pinching with a sharp bite.
Need erupted through her body, bursting like a supernova and blasting directly to her pounding clit.
How was so much pleasure possible?
Then his hands and mouth were moving. Across her jaw, down her neck, to her breasts. His teeth and fingers bit and tweaked, while his mouth and tongue licked and soothed.
It was as if he knew her body better than she did. Knew just how to arouse her to an unbelievable need.
“Beautiful,” he murmured at her breasts. “Stunning,” he whispered against her undulating abs. “Fucking mine,” he said, his mouth at her core right before he lashed her clit with his rough tongue.
The words barely registered, and then the world went dark as he went at her, his tongue and teeth and fingers taking her over. Those teeth nipped her thighs and then he was right there, his fingers inside her, finding that spot that was all his. He flicked her clit, and she went over, crying out his name.
The orgasm had barely crashed through her when he was driving her up again, his shoulders settled between her thighs and forcing them to open wider.
She gasped, needing him already again. It was too much. She dug her fingers into his thick hair and tugged. “Garrett?”
He looked up, a predator with a treat. “Mine, Dessie.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Garrett made his point and bent back down, taking what he wanted. What she needed. The woman tasted like strawberries with a hint of sweet orange, and he’d never get enough. He forced her high and pushed her over the edge, and her body responded beautifully, exploding with wild tremors against his mouth.
A desperate need took him, so he kept her in place, never wanting this moment to stop. He was out of control, and he wanted her bad, but she had to be ready first.
Her breath burst out of her in little pants, and her body writhed against him. He reached up and played with her nipples, giving her just enough of a tug to pull more heated moans from her. God, she was perfect for him. He loved her nipples. “Hold still,” he growled, feeling her body react obediently before her mind could catch up.
She might not like it, but she responded to his commands. There was a submissiveness in her that she’d probably deny to her dying breath, but she instinctively obeyed. He needed that. Needed the idea he could control the danger around them both.
His fangs started to drop, and he shoved them back into place. But he allowed his teeth to scrape the sides of her clit, enjoying her sharp intake of breath. Then he sucked hard, pushing her back to the pinnacle but not letting her go over this time. Over and over he brought her to the brink, memorizing the small sounds she made. Sweet mewls. Soft whimpers. Bossy demands.
All for him.
He primed her until she couldn’t help but fuck his mouth. Yeah. She was there. Thunder bellowed between his ears. “Now, Dessie.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, using his tongue the entire time.
She stiffened and then arched off the bed, crying out, her body shaking so hard he had to put both hands on her thighs to hold her down. Finally, she murmured and came down, her body jolting with aftershocks.
