Page 87 of Stolen Dreams

Lips pressed to the sensitive skin beneath my ear, he groans. “You like that, don’t you, Fire Eyes? The idea of me claiming you.” He nips my skin then drifts lower. “Marking you.” His mouth opens wider, clamping down a beat before he sucks the slope of my neck for one, two, three ragged breaths. “Ruining you for anyone else.” He tugs the strap of my dress off my shoulder and licks the length of my collarbone.

I tip my head to the side. “Yes,” I confess, voice unrecognizable, breathy. God, I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want him.

He claims my mouth once more, devouring me like a starved man. Nimble fingers knead my body, massage my curves, then settle at the dip of my waist. He drives his hips once, twice, then bands an arm around my waist, pins me to his chest, and rolls us over.

Hands planted on his chest, his body at my mercy, a rush of power floods my bloodstream as I stare down at him. The shift in control is heady, potent.

Fingers trailing up my spine, he reaches the top of the zipper on my dress. Painfully slow, he drags the metal down the teeth. Parts the back of my dress and caresses my exposed skin. Rockshis hips up and grinds his erection against my center. One strap followed by the other, he peels the flowy fabric off until it pools at my waist. Snaps his fingers, releases the clasp of my bra, and tosses it aside.

Then, I’m on my back again.

He peppers kisses on the swells of my breasts, my belly, my navel as he inches down my body. Each kiss is a direct line to the ache between my thighs. A secret button press that has me weeping for more.

With athump,his knees hit the floor. Hands at my waist, he drags my dress down my legs then rises to his full height. Reaches up, grabs the back collar of his shirt, and tugs it over his head. Before I can memorize the ridges of his abdomen, he unfastens his shorts and shoves them down his thighs.

My tongue peeks out and wets my lips.

The bed dips a beat before he’s over me again, the heat of him pressed to every inch of my body. He kisses me once, twice, then licks and sucks and nibbles his way down my throat. Breasts in his greedy hands, he circles a nipple with his tongue then adds a little teeth. I gasp. Feel his smile a beat before he wraps his lips around the stiff peak and sucks. Hard.

I fist and tug his hair. Arch my back and thrust my breasts into his eager touch. Hiss as he gingerly bites my nipple then shifts his attention to the other.

“Mine,” he growls as he releases my nipple and licks his way down to the waistband of my panties.

“Yours,” I whisper then suck in a sharp breath as he grazes the skin of my lower abdomen.

Dark, hooded eyes pin me in place as he hooks a finger on either side of my panties and inches them down my legs. And then he’s there, hovering above the junction of my thighs. His tongue darts out and wets his lips as he hooks my legs over his shoulders, slips his hands under my ass, and hauls me closer.

I can’t take my eyes off him.

Nose pressed to my skin, he inhales a slow, measured breath. Rolls his eyes closed and hums. “Divine.” My body vibrates as he drags his tongue up my center, his fingers bruising the insides of my thighs. “The only taste I want on my tongue.”

I lose all sense of reality as he flicks and sucks my clit, then dips lower and spears me with his skillful tongue. Eats me savagely. Each shameless slurp and lap of his tongue edges me closer but is nowhere near enough.

I need more.

Cupping my breasts, I roll my nipples between my fingers. Give them a slight tug. Gasp as I relish the bite of pain.

He groans against my pussy, the vibration better than any toy in my arsenal. Rooting his fingers in my flesh, he devours me, his smoldering gaze locked on my breasts.

Focused on his fiery stare and the throbbing ache between my thighs, I miss the shift of his arm. As I rock dangerously close to the edge of my orgasm, he slips a finger into my pussy. Followed by a second, and I whimper.

“Give me what’s mine.”

He pumps his fingers, again and again, his mouth relentless on my clit.

I detonate. Fist his hair and the bedding. Cry out, then cover my mouth.

But he doesn’t let up. Resolute and insatiable, he sucks my clit harder. Pistons his hand faster until I reach the other side of my orgasm. “Stunning,” he mumbles against my skin.

My eyes fall shut, my arms collapsing at my sides as I attempt to catch my breath. Goose bumps dance over my skin as his hold on me loosens and the heat of him vanishes. My pulse soars at the sudden chill, a wave of panic blanketing me as my eyes fly open.

What I’m met with vanquishes every ounce of dread.

Thick and pulsing, his cock juts out, a bead of precum glistening the tip. A softswishfollowed by the crinkling of foil hits my ears.

I push up on my elbows. “Wait.”

Fingers paused on the wrapper, his eyes dart to mine with silent concern.

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