“Fucking hell,” I growled.
The first thing I felt were his arms. The strength of them. The mountainous form of their existence. They wrapped me up and pulled me close, and yet not once did their grasp hurt me. I curled my aching fists into his leather jacket. I pulled him close, arching my face up to his as my lips searched for somewhere to land.
And as his mouth fell to mine, our teeth clattered together in an unwavering kiss.
“Mmmm,” I moaned.
“Mine,” he growled.
My back hit the bed and I didn’t care that it hurt. I didn’t care that my body felt like it was on fire. All I wanted was to block it out. All I wanted was to focus on something else. Anything else. Anything other than the constant pain I couldn’t sort out. He sucked on my lower lip. His nibbles worked their way down my neck as he sucked on patches of skin that damn near sent me hurtling through the ceiling. And as my hands tangled into his pitch black hair, I found those steel gray eyes of his hovering over me.
“If I hurt you, say something,” he said.
I shook my head. “I’m not sure that you ever could.”
His lips dropped to mine once more and my legs spread as wide as they could go. Jesus Christ, the man was a mountain, and part of me wondered if I had to dislocate my hips just to make room for him. I felt his thickness pressing into my thigh. His tongue, teasing the roof of my mouth as his bricked girth stroked my clothed pussy.
“Ranger,” I gasped.
“My sweet girl,” he grunted.
He peeled me out of my clothes, one by one, and cast them to the floor. I’d never felt so exposed, yet so cloaked, in all my life. As each of his articles of clothing fell to the floor, his chiseled muscles came into view. And for the first time, I understood what a personified mountain looked like. His chest swelled with the strength of ten thousand men. His arms bulged with angry veins that looked as if they were fleeing his body in desperation. His thighs twitched, girding a rock-hard dick with veins that matched his pulsing forearms.
I found myself entranced by him.
“Ranger,” I whispered.
He laid down beside me and reached for my hand. “Up.”
I scrambled to get onto my knees. “Now what?”
He grinned as he pointed to his mouth. “Sit.”
I blinked. “What?”
He yanked me toward his body, causing me to fall against him. “Don’t make me repeat myself, sweet girl. You won’t like the punishment that comes if you do.”
I was overwhelmed by him, but my body obeyed. I climbed up his body like a goddamn mountain trail before placing my knees on either side of his face. The smile that streaked across his cheeks seared itself into my memory. He looked like a kid ready to open his Christmas presents. And as he gripped my hips, he pulled my pussy down to his lips.
Before piercing my folds with his tongue.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped with shock.
My hands slammed down on the top edge of the headboard as I hung on for dear life.
“Fuck yes,” he growled.
I rocked my hips. “Shit, to the left. A little bit—there. Right there. Oooooh, Range.”
His fingertips curled against my skin. The sound of him lapping up my juices held me hostage as my hips swirled around on his face. His growls encompassed me. The heat of his touch seared his fingerprints onto my skin. My toes curled and my head fell back as an animal rose up within me. An animal that wanted nothing more than to mark what was mine.
“Mine,” I whispered.
“Mine,” he grunted.
“Mine,” I whimpered.
“All mine,” he growled.
