Page 16 of Ferocious Nightmare

Six

I triedto remain ice-cold stone looking at her on her knees, water running down her face and shoulders, dripping from perfectly formed breasts. The tease of her lavender colored panties hid her secrets from me, and I wanted to rip them from her body, split her open and fuck her into oblivion.

I couldn't look away from her gaze, fiery emerald eyes that defied me at every turn. She was sin incarnate, wrapped in innocence and fire, here to seduce me into my own personal hell of flaming desire.

I was determined not to touch her, though I wanted to fist her hair and shove her down on my cock.

And yet, as her stare bore into me, her silky tongue wrapping around my dick like a lollipop, my hands inched to break my word and touch her. The fucking tease.

The moment I'd received the text from Dante that my dad had threatened her, I'd decided that from here on out, she would be with me at every moment.

That meant getting her involved in my world.

I hated the danger that that would put her in, but the choice was between two demons, and I didn't trust my father to keep his dick in his pants.

And yet, still, I needed to prove to her, to myself, that I could resist her.

Then, slowly, still gazing up at me, she sunk her warm mouth over my dick. I growled, need slamming into me fast.

Fuck. Fuck.

I wasn't going to last. Not at touching her, and I'd be lucky if I didn't come so quickly, I'd beat the time when I lost my virginity.

I shifted, twisting my body and forcing her to follow my guide. Then I pressed my itching palms on the tiled wall, stopping me from doing what I wanted. I had to have control. To keep from revealing how she affected me.

Her flaming red hair cascaded down slender shoulders, drenched and looking the part of the siren that she was.

Oh God. Her lips, plump and pouty, pulling around my dick was a vision.

She was my fucking nightmare because this would never be enough for me.

For now, it would tame the beast in me, the one that wanted to rip off those panties and drill into her wet cunt. The one that wanted her to look at me like I was the only man in her life. The one that wanted to see her belly protrude with my child.

I wasn't an idiot.

She probably hated me. Otherwise, why would she plan on leaving without so much as a word?

But having her like this, on her knees, her beautiful, begging eyes staring up at me as she sucked me, was fucking heaven.

"More," I grunted, thrusting into her, "take me deeper, little nightmare."

She didn't answer but let me fill her, taking me all the way into the back of her throat.

I practically came, watching her choke on me. It was so fucking beautiful, so fucking sexy.

Her lips tightened, her fingers moving to my balls, massaging me.

I groaned, my dick swelling, and leaned my forehead against the wall, closing my eyes.

"Look at me, Coulter," she gasped around me, "Watch me as I taste you," she repeated the words I'd said to her that night.

My eyes opened of their own accord, and, as I stared at her, she began to speed up, pulling and sucking so tight, I was about to explode. Her hand stroked my base tight, a snarky grin forming on her luscious lips as she slowed, sucking lightly, then tracing my tip with her tongue.

I growled in anger as she sped up, then slowed down again.

I forced my fingers to dig into the tile to keep myself from fisting her hair and fucking her mouth. The goddamn tease. “Aster,” I thundered, snapping my hips to fuck her more harshly. She met my angry gaze with a fiery one of her own.

Her stare was so wild and intense, defiant but also heated with lust.

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