Page 20 of God of War

Something fierce and wild flares in his eyes, sparking a fire inside me as his mouth crashes down on mine. He steals the breath from my lungs, snatching it as if it belongs to him, as if I do. He doesn't kiss me, he claims my mouth, branding me as his.

I fall into it willingly, pouring everything I have into branding him back. I want him wrecked, too, shattered into pieces that I get to put back together.

His hand slides down my back to grip my ass, hauling me up until my legs wrap around his waist. The ridge of his cock nestles against my pussy, and I moan into his mouth, grinding against him shamelessly.

He tears his mouth from mine with a muttered curse. "Fuck, Brynna. Do you feel what you do to me?" He punctuates the question with a slow, deliberate rock of his hips. "Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you?"

Pleasure crashes through me in dizzying waves. I do feel it. God, I feel him trembling against me, so turned on his entire body shakes with need. My head falls back on a moan. "Naz, please…"

He captures my lips again, swallowing my cry of anticipation as he slips a hand between our bodies. His fingers graze my inner thigh, trailing higher, teasing my slit through the damp lace of my panties.

I jerk against him, a strangled moan tearing from my throat. I've never been this turned on, this desperate. It's like he's awakened something wild inside me, something not afraid to take what she wants, even in a fucking bookstore.

His fingers slip beneath the soaked lace, delving into the slick heat of my sex. I cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Oh,princesa," he breathes, his gaze flicking to mine. "No one has ever touched you before, have they?"

I shake my head, drowning in sensation as he plays with me, teasing me as if he knows exactly how to touch me, exactly how to break me.

"Good girl," he rasps, his eyes blazing with triumph. "Saving yourself for me. You knew I'd fucking kill anyone who had ever touched you, didn't you?"

"I…" I whimper, writhing against him. "God, please, Naz."

Two fingers tease my entrance, running in maddening circles before slipping inside. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, my inner muscles clenching around him.

"That's it,mi alma," he growls, his breath hot against my ear. "Fuck my fingers. Let me feel how tight this sweet little cunt is."

I moan helplessly as he pumps them in and out, stretching me, filling me. It's not enough, not nearly enough, but it's so damn good.

Electric pleasure radiates through me with each thrust. My head falls back against the shelf as I arch into him, my mind numb with pleasure.

"More," I beg shamelessly. "I need more, Naz."

"Greedy girl." His wicked chuckle has my thighs trembling around his waist. "Can you take one more,princesa?"

"I…I…" I whimper, hesitating. Can I? Should I? I don't know, but my inner muscles clench around him at the thought.

"Pull my cock out, Brynna. I want you to see what I'm going to ruin you with, little one. You'll beg for one more when you see it."

My hands shake as I fumble around, trying to obey. I finally manage to undo his belt, tugging at the button and zipper of his expensive pants with a desperation I've never felt before. I need to see him, to feel him.

I shove my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his thick, hard length. He's so big, so fucking big.

God. How is he possibly going to fit inside me?

I glance up at him from beneath my lashes, a whimper lodged in my throat. "Naz…"

His amber eyes blaze as they meet mine. "Pull it out,princesa. Let me see those pretty eyes go wide when you realize exactly what I'm going to ruin you with."

I hold my breath as I pull him free, my eyes widening at the sight exactly like he said they would.

He's huge, long and thick, the broad head flushed a deep purple. A bead of moisture glistens at the tip, making me ache to run my tongue over it and taste him.

"One more,mi alma?" he rasps, his voice gritty. "Can this greedy little pussy take one more now?"

I nod frantically, beyond words, beyond thought. I just need him stretching me until I break apart in his arms.

Pride flares in his eyes as he adds a third finger, sinking them deep inside me. I cry out at the exquisite stretch, my back bowing off the shelf. The pleasure is edged with a sting of pain so sweet it's almost unbearable. I instantly love it.

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