Page 14 of Chaplain

Eden's lips part again in a gasp of pleasure. I grasp her chin, tilting her face to mine. "I need to taste you," I rasp. Trailing my fingers down her neck, I circle one finger over her nipple, watching her shudder.

"Please..." she breathes, grasping my belt loops to pull our hips flush. Her heat soaks through my jacket and collides with my own. I rub my throbbing length against her core, extracting a throaty moan from her lips.

The sound undoes me. With a growl, I fist my hand in her hair and crash my mouth to hers, devouring her with pent-up hunger. Eden kisses me back fiercely, tongues tangling. She bites my bottom lip, and I groan, my control in shreds.

I have to have her. Now. No holding back from the raging fire between us. I'm lost in the raw, primal need.

Breaking the kiss, I gaze down at her, chest heaving. "Is anyone else here right now?"

Eden's gaze smolders into mine. "No," she purrs, trailing her fingers down my chest. "Just you and me."

That's all I need to hear. I crush my mouth to hers again, walking her backward down the hall. "I need you. Now." I growl against her lips. Eden clings to me, just as desperate and hungry.

I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. The heat radiating from her core nearly drives me to the edge. I can feel her wetness against my jeans as I carry her into the apartment and kick the front door closed behind us.

Still locked in a fiery kiss, I pause in the hallway, urgently needing to know which door leads to her bedroom.

Without breaking contact, Eden reaches back and turns the knob behind her. The door swings open. Keeping her legs locked around me, I carry her through, my arousal straining almost painfully now.

I kick the bedroom door shut, the sound echoing through the empty apartment. Nothing will stop me from having Eden now, from sating this white-hot need consuming us both.

9

Eden

The bedroom door slams shut behind us as Diesel's mouth claims mine again. Any lingering doubts or fears burn away, consumed by the fire of his touch. At this moment, nothing else exists but his hands roaming urgently over my body, his hard length pressing against me, his lips worshiping my neck.

I arch into him, desperate for more contact. My hands grasp at his cuts, shoving them off his shoulders before fisting the bottom of his tee shirt and ripping it up and over his head. As soon as the tattooed expanse of his chest is revealed, I run my palms over the smooth, hot skin, tracing the contours of muscle and ink. Diesel groans against my mouth, pinning me harder against the wall with his hips.

His teeth graze my earlobe, and I gasp, dizzy with need. Rough fingers grasp the hem of my sweatshirt, breaking our kiss just long enough to tug it over my head. The cool air pebbles my nipples, but all I feel is the blaze of his touch as he palms my breast, thumb circling until I'm writhing against him.

The rest of our clothes disappear in a blur. Naked flesh meets naked flesh at last. We devour each other with a hunger beyond reason. Nothing held back.

His calloused hands grasp my hips as he walks me back toward the bed. "I've wanted this since the first time I saw you," Diesel rasps, his eyes blazing trails over my naked body.

The back of my legs hit against the mattress, and I tumble onto the sheets. Diesel is on me in an instant, his muscular frame covering me. His mouth crashes onto mine, all restraint gone as our tongues tangle wildly.

"Tell me you're mine," he demands, nipping down my neck. "I need to hear you say it."

I cry out as he claims my breast with his mouth, teasing me with his teeth and tongue. My back arches sharply at the exquisite torment.

"Yes, yes, I'm yours!" I gasp, already dangerously close to the edge.

Diesel growls in satisfaction against my skin. His fingers trail down my stomach, parting my slick folds. I shudder with ecstasy at his expert touch.

"Please..." I beg shamelessly. "I need you now. All of you."

Diesel's hot mouth blazes a trail down my body, nipping and sucking as he goes. When he reaches the juncture of my thighs, he pauses, his eyes molten with lust.

"I need a taste first," he says roughly. Before I can react, his head dips between my legs. His tongue explores my slick folds, wringing gasps and moans from my lips.

Diesel grasps my hips, pinning them down as he feasts on me. He alternates between deep, penetrating licks and tight circles around my swollen clit. My fingers twist in his hair, holding him to me.

"Oh god, don't stop!" I cry, my peak building rapidly under his efforts. His stubble scrapes my sensitive flesh, adding exquisite friction.

Diesel's strong arms lock around my thighs, opening me wider for his ravishing mouth. He groans against me, the vibrations rocketing through my core. His name tumbles from my lips like a chant as I hurtle over the edge into blissful oblivion.

Diesel lifts his head, eyes blazing as they rake over my spent, trembling body. "So fucking gorgeous soaked in my spit," he growls. "I could feast on that sweet pussy all night."

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