“I want to hear you again,” he said, voice dark and aching.“The sounds you make when I touch you, kiss you, take you.I want to hear what I do to you.”
She whimpered when he rocked his hips against hers, the hard ridge of him sliding perfectly against her slick center.Her fingers clutched the sheets.
“Look at you,” he rasped.“Squirming.Wanton.Writhing for it.You’re giving yourself to me right here, right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasped, shame and decorum burned to ash by the fire in her blood.
“You’ll let me put you on your hands and knees, face down on this bed, and drive into you until you scream my name?”
Her eyes fluttered shut.“Nicholas…”
He nipped her throat.“Say it.”
“Yes.”
He grinned against her neck.“Good.”
Then he kissed her, deep and thorough, as if he meant to consume her whole.And hedid, devouring her moans, her sighs, her whispered pleas as he slid lower, trailing kisses down her body.
When his mouth reached her core, he spread her thighs with broad palms and looked up at her from between them, eyes gleaming.
“Watch me,” he said.“I want you to see how much I love tasting you.”
And then he did.
With slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue, he licked her as if it were the only thing he’d ever wanted.Bea cried out, her hips arching off the bed, and he growled in approval.
“So sweet,” he murmured, licking again, circling that perfect spot with unholy precision.“So wet for me.So perfect.”
She was half mad with pleasure, gasping, twisting, trembling.When he added a finger—then two—thrusting in time with the rhythm of his mouth, she nearly came undone.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.“Oh God, please?—”
“I won’t stop.Not until you come on my tongue,” he growled, and seconds later, she did—shattered and glorious, back arched, a strangled cry torn from her throat.
Nicholas didn’t let up until her body stilled beneath him, her chest rising and falling in erratic gasps.
Then he crawled back up her body, kissed her slowly and deliberately, letting her taste herself on his lips.
“Still with me, darling?”
She nodded, dazed and flushed, lips parted.
“Good,” he said, positioning himself between her legs.“Because there’s much more.”
He reached between them, stroking himself once, twice, before teasing her with his tip.
“I should be gentle,” he said.“It’s your first time.I should go slowly.”
He pressed forward, just a little, watching her face.
“But I’m not going to.Because you don’t want that, do you?”
She shook her head, her legs wrapping around his waist.
“You want it hard.Deep.A little rough.”
“Yes,” she breathed.“Please.”
