“Better.” He released her wrists. “I want you to use my name tonight. Often.”
Mireille clasped her hands behind her back, then leaned down over his waist, her copper hair spilling across his bare abdomen. She could’ve sworn she heard a soft moan. The sound enflamed her; he wanted her,neededher, just as badly as she needed him.
She grabbed his waistband with her teeth, and he lifted his hips as she tugged his pants down.
As his cock sprang free, her eyes widened, and her mouth began to water. It was just as glorious and brutal as the rest of him, the taut skin of his swollen head glistening with a bead of moisture above a thick, veined shaft.
She inched in closer, angling her head, then kissed up his length. His cock twitched against her lips, and he uttered a softcurse. Then groaned in earnest as she closed her lips around him.
The taste of his cock, salted and musky with that velvet-plush skin, made her ravenous. She licked, kissed, and sucked every incredible inch. Relaxing the back of her throat, she took him down so deep that the tip of her nose brushed the downy hairs dusting his lower abdomen.
He thrust his hips up to meet her strokes, and she sucked in her cheeks each time she reached the tip. She swirled her tongue around his head, drunk on the titillating symphony of his breathy grunts and rumbling curses.
Without the use of her hands, she couldn’t help swallowing strands of hair as she sucked him.
He gathered her hair up, then held it in a single fist at the crown of her head as she bobbed in his lap. His voice was low and guttural as he praised her. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”
She relaxed her jaw further, holding herself still and letting him thrust up into her as hard and fast as he wanted. The head of his cock slammed into the back of her throat, and she gagged, her eyes watering.
She loved it. Wanted more.
He lifted her by the hair, pulling her mouth off his wet, hard cock, and kissed her fiercely.
Raw, burning need tingled across every inch of her body, and all she wanted him to do was touch her. Use her.
Punishher.
As his tongue stroked over her teeth, she cupped his balls, already firm and raised, and yanked down with all the force she could muster.
He tore his mouth away with a shocked gasp, then dug his fingers into her scalp and jerked her upright. She struggled to stay on her feet.
He licked up her stomach, his tongue shooting a quivering jolt of ecstasy straight to her clit, and whispered against her flesh, “What’d you that for, little she-wolf?” He elongated his canines and bit the underside of her breast. She moaned, the sound laced with pure pleasure. “I’m beginning to think youwantto be punished.”
He tugged her across his lap, then pressed a hand against the back of her neck, pushing her into the mattress. She turned her face to the side, watching him out of the corner of her eye.
Though his words were harsh, reverence filled his savage features as he traced his fingers down her spine, over her panties, and across the back of her thigh, dipping between her legs. So close, yet so far from where she wanted him.
She arched her back, begging for more of his touch, and he pushed her neck into the mattress harder.
“Stay. Still,” he snarled, and her body flooded with heat again as she obeyed his command. She didn’t know which turned her on more, his praise or his scolding.
He yanked up on the waistband of her panties, exposing the swells of her ass, and the tightened fabric against her throbbing clit dragged a low moan out of her.
He pushed his thumb past her teeth. “Quiet. You’ll take your punishment in silence.”
She bit down on the rough pad while he smoothed his hand over her left ass cheek, a teasing, gentle caress.
Though there was nothing gentle in the open-palmed, explosive smack he unleashed upon her willing flesh.
The blow shattered through her, the stinging pain like lightning in her veins, and she clenched down onto his thumb to stop herself from releasing a primal groan.
He rubbed her ass cheek, soothing briefly, before bringing his hand down again. This time, his palm lingered, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Each smack grew harder, the sting buzzing her skin, increasing her sensitivity.
Teeth clenched around his thumb, she darted her gaze toward him as he spanked her. He was feral, crazed with lust, a sight so erotic that she felt she might come just from witnessing it.
High Gods, she wanted this. Wanted him to be as rough with her as he dared. Wanted him to turn her backside into a flushed, pulsating mess. Wanted to feel his imprint there every time she tried to sit down for days.
