Page 27 of Their UnBearable Destiny

She fixed her eyes on the thickness of his erection beneath the soft cotton blanket and watched as it seemed to twitch with each deep-indrawn breath.

“What if,” she dragged her gaze from his hips toward his eyes, her teeth making a white line in her pink lips as she bit down hard, “I wanted to swallow you whole. Would you let me take you inside me like that, Uberto?”

He seemed to be having quite a bit of trouble taking in enough oxygen to speak, but somehow, she heard his words torn from him as if it came from deeper inside him than his throat. “Yes. Please, yes.”

And how could she deny him after that?

She reached out and grabbed the blanket in her hand and tugged. It pulled free of the only real obstacle it had, and left him bare before her, the heavy length of his erection bobbing from the sudden yank of the fine cotton blanket.

His expression was heated, but there was something else in his eyes. Instead of bleeding completely black with his bear, he was staring at her with a wary look in his human eyes. She didn’t blame him for feeling that way. She’d pushed him away too many times for him not to be at least curious.

Well, she was a big girl now. A full-fledged woman who was ready to go after what she wanted.

And she wanted him.

She still wasn’t sure she could trust him not to break her heart and sadly, her soul, as well, but she needed to touch him.

And find out if the reality was anywhere near her imagination.

Settling on her knees between his legs, she reached out her hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock. The heat of him against her palm was scorching hot. It was like grabbing hold of a frying pan handle without any buffer.

Instead of burning her up, it set her aflame.

As she flexed her hold on him, she felt his hips lift ever so slightly, brushing the outside of her hand against the crisp hairs at the base of his length.

“Hold still,” she admonished him, “my turn.”

She waited, immobile until he lowered his hips back down to the bed. He growled at her, the look in his eyes full of dark promises. “Just you wait, Ana. When it’s my turn, you just might regret waving red in front of me.”

She laughed and drew her hand up the length of his cock in a slow deliberate slide. “You’re not a bull, ‘Berto. But you don’t have to worry about warning me. I’m a big girl now,” she lifted her thumb and swept if over the wide tip of his cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum over its head, “I know what I’m doing.”

A low, rumbling growl filled the room and she saw his eyes flicker dark like distant lightning. “You have no idea, mia bella. No, idea.”

She leaned over him and heard his sudden, deep, indrawn breath. Emiliana felt her lips curve into a wicked little smile and felt more than a rush of pride as his erection twitched in her grasp. “Well, why don’t we wait until I’m done to judge, hmm?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, nor did she really expect one.

A moment after she felt the hum in her words ease off her lips, she opened them and used her tongue to lick the slick heat from his skin.

Something burst from his lips. And even though she couldn’t make out any distinct words, she didn’t bother to stop and ask what it was. No, she repeated the stroke of her tongue and then before he could relax the strain in his muscles, she dipped the tip of her tongue under the head and stroked along the edge.

Goodness, he was sensitive.

For a moment she felt him hesitate and she pulled slightly away. She didn’t have to look through her hair to see him, she’d left her hair up in her customary victory rolls, curled and pinned up away from her face. She had a clear view of him, and his eyes were focused on her. Another swipe of her tongue and his lip curled back high enough for her to see the points of his fangs pale white against the dark interior of his mouth.

She felt an ache in her shoulder, an echo of his mark, and that’s when the flood broke loose.

Leaning forward she took him into her mouth, swirling her flattened tongue around the tip.

A rough breath escaped his lips on an oath and she smiled, squeezing him slightly between her tongue and the top of her mouth.

She felt the bedding pull under her knees and she saw from the corner of her eyes, his hand fisting in the sheets beneath them.

Unwilling to give him a break, Emiliana released the light pressure and took another inch into her mouth.

The sound that filled her ears was a panting sigh, rough with need.

And she rewarded him with another inch and then another.

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