He runs those broad, calloused fingers over my tender folds, smearing my wetness all over myself, darting over my entrance, teasing at my clit, before he brings them up past my stomach, higher, between my breasts, where my nipples are so tight that I nearly shift, trying to rub them on his hand just to ease some of the terrible ache building there.
“Suck yourself off my fingers,” he commands as his fingers trail over my lips.
I open my mouth hungrily to do as he commands. I take his fingers deep, nearly to the back of my throat, as my tongue works them eagerly. I have never tasted my own juices before, and it tightens up that coil in my belly. I am like a wire waiting to snap, and I know that when I do, I’m going to destroy myself completely.
“That’s a good girl, darlin’. Now I’m going to put my tongue inside your tight little cunt and fuck you with it until you come all over my face.”
“Oh God…” I wail. All I can do is drop my hands from his hair and grip the plain black comforter below me. I ball my hands into it just to hold on.
He does exactly what he said he would. He drops his head back to my pussy and licks me furiously with his amazing tongue, huge, broad strokes that lap past my clit and devour me. I’m so wet that his mouth makes noises as he sucks and licks me, and hearing it, hearing him lick and nip and suckle me, his big shoulders splitting my thighs apart as he dines at me, worships me, claims me, is so hot that I’m nearly there.
I’ve been trying to hold it back, the wild pleasure because I’m afraid. I’m afraid of the pleasure that he’s going to give me. I don’t want it to end.
His tongue travels down to my entrance, and I stop thinking about him maybe not liking the way I taste or how I am shaped or telling me after that it wasn’t everything he hoped for or that I’m not woman enough to please a man like him. I stop thinking altogether when his tongue darts into my opening and pierces me.
The climax sweeps over me, hard and furious until I am nothing but a panting, writhing, wild animal, who isscreaming his name into the darkness until I hit the peak of it and plateau, then ride out the waves.
Steel eats me noisily. He doesn’t care that it sounds sloppy and messy, and neither do I because it is honestly fucking hot. He eats me until my climax is done, and I become so sensitive that I have to reach down and push his face away with a gasp.
He looks up at me, those gray eyes glowing with lust. His lips and chin glisten with my juices. I shiver because it is the darkest, sexiest, most illicit thing I have ever seen.
This huge, fearsome looking man is looking up at me like I have given him a gift. Something precious. Wonder sparks in his eyes and everything else ceases to exist. It’s just him and me, and I know that I told him I was made for him, but now I actually understand it. Everything I’ve ever done, everything that’s happened, has brought me to this moment.
He says nothing as he unfolds himself, the swiftness of the movement astounding me like it always does. He is so graceful for a man his size.
One strong hand cups my jaw, his beautiful, blunt fingers sweeping over the tender skin there. They’re rough, and I love the contrast between our skin. He leans in, and when he kisses me, I melt into him. My arms go around his neck, and I pull him down, eagerly tasting myself on his lips. He groans, nipping at my lips as I lap at his mouth.
He’s all man, all the smoke and leather and danger and rawness that’s just him, there beneath the sharp tang of me. He presses down hard on me, pushing my body into the mattress below him. I feel the massive bulge of his erection pressing in against my thigh, and I want to weep. I just had the orgasm to end all orgasms, but still, my hips buck up instinctively to grindagainst him. I tangle my fingers in his hair and open my lips so his tongue can sweep in and stroke mine, baking those flames that are never going to be extinguished for him.
I love the rasp of his beard against my tender skin, how my chin feels raw and inflamed after only a minute of his kiss.
There is nothing in the world but us. Nothing. No past. I don’t feel like this town is compressing around me, cutting off my air. I don’t feel that bitter tang of regret and grief and sorrow in my soul.
Steel’s kiss wipes all that out.
I love his passion. His fire. His life-soaked soul. I love that he pours it all into me. I knew I wanted to be his, but I didn’t understand just what that surrender fully meant.
When he finally pulls back and looks at me, it sends a bone-deep shudder racing through me again. I love that his lips are red and swollen from kissing me. I love that out of all the women in the world, he has picked me.
His eyes burn with hunger, but also with the promise of not just these stolen moments, but of the years to come.
I reach up between us, to his black leather belt and fumble with the buckle.
He doesn’t ask me if I am sure or warn me off again because this is it. I don’t care how much it is going to hurt. Iwantit to hurt. I have walked through my life like I am already dead, but Steel… he makes me feel alive. I want tofeelit all. I want to feel and feel and never stop. The pleasure, the pain, this new freedom, my new wings, and if he’s the death of me, then I want to burn, and burn hard, and feel all of that too.
I want to truly, finally, irrevocably be his.
Chapter Thirteen
Steel
Leah’s taste sits heady on my tongue. Her nimble fingers work at my belt. She wants my cock as badly as I want to be inside her. I crave it more than my next breath, more than anything I have ever known. I’ve fucked women before, but there was never any real feeling behind it.
Not like with Leah.
It’s different, and I might have warned her, might have given her a taste, but she has no idea what’s about to happen. As badly as I want her all to myself, to mark her and claim her, to teach her and guide her and instruct her into passion with me... I don’t want to hurt her.
Ever.
