Page 105 of Unlawful Seduction

She backed away, her chest rising and falling, watching me intently as I closed and locked the door. A single light had been left on and I was able to see the combination of apprehension and longing in her eyes. She was still confused, angry with me, and hurt. There were so many things I wanted to say to her, so many apologies to make, but I wasn’t that kind of man.

I advanced like a true predator, yanking my shirt from my trousers.

She licked her lips and gave me a solid, extremely heated onceover. She had no clue she’d just unleashed a beast.

When her back was against a wall, I cocked my head. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Who said I wanted to?”

I chuckled softly and still knew this wasn’t a good idea. Nightmares were rarely over. I had way too much baggage and she was as close to being innocent as anyone could be. But I couldn’t stay away. She was far too tempting. Fuck. I could never let her go again.

We acted as if there was no time to lose, both tearing as each other’s clothes. I couldn’t wait to feel her voluptuous, naked body pressed against mine.

With every tear of our clothes, every nervous laugh erupting from her throat, my cock ached more than before. I was losingcontrol of my actions, the need to possess her stronger than any desire for romance. That just wasn’t the kind of man I was.

Although the feisty woman had certainly altered my way of thinking.

The moment she removed her bra, I captured her rounded breasts in my hands. They fit perfectly, the size and shape making my mouth water. I was the only man who should ever be allowed to touch them again.

A dark growl bubbled to the surface and she moaned in response as I rubbed the rough pads of my thumbs back and forth across her nipples. They were already taut like perfect diamonds and I couldn’t resist dropping my head and sucking on one then the other.

She gripped my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin. The sensation had been something I’d missed, her touch keeping my mind active as I’d performed what I’d considered my duty to humanity.

Although I doubted she would agree.

The moment I bit down on her hardened bud, she raked her nails over my shoulders. She’d leave a mark and that was just fine by me.

“God. Sweet Jesus,” she muttered as she bent her knee, rubbing it against my thigh. As she rubbed her palms down my chest, I immediately realized she was struggling with my belt buckle.

I pushed her hands away, chuckling darkly as I pointed to her jeans. “Off. Now. If you don’t obey me, I’ll rip them to shreds.”

“Then you do the same. Or else.” Her attempt at issuing commands brought a smile to my face. But what the heck, Ifinished undressing, tossing my boots halfway across the room while I was given a spectacular show.

The woman could shimmy her rounded hips in such a way my balls tightened to heavy drums. There was a rapid pulse thrumming against my neck as another rush of adrenaline threatened to kick my butt.

When we were both completely naked, I gripped her hips, lifting her off her feet and forcing her legs over my shoulders.

“Oh, what are you doing? What in God’s name are you doing?” She was breathless, one hand gripping my arm while she flailed the other over her head, smacking it against the wall.

I offered a salacious look I doubted she could see in the dim lighting, growling one more time. “Feasting, baby. What does it look like? I’m a famished man and there’s only one thing that will soothe the beast.”

Mallory laughed until I buried my face into her wetness. She was so wet that my face was instantly covered with her juice. I thrust my tongue past her swollen folds, wiggling it several times as she undulated her hips. If the woman was trying to smother me, she had no idea how long I could hold my breath.

The taste was sweeter than I remembered, every muscle in my body relaxing as I enjoyed devouring her. How many times had I envisioned doing this? How many nights had I stroked my cock until it was raw thinking about the last time we’d been together?

Fuck. How many times had I almost broken the silent promise I’d made to her, giving her life back? Too many to count. I licked up and down, swirling the tip of my tongue around her clit. The moment I sucked on the tender bud, she arched her back, her moans floating around us like a beacon of sin.

The sound only added to the powerful aphrodisiac I’d experienced with her every time we were together. She tossed her head back and forth, her moans becoming scattered. As she pressed her knees against my cheeks, I concentrated on driving her into a moment of madness.

She was sweet like cherries in the spring, freshly plucked and broken open. I could do this for hours, bringing her to one climax after another. I’d do just that if it wasn’t that my cock was aching like a son of a bitch.

Every time she wiggled, I dug my fingers into her soft flesh, holding her tightly. The woman wasn’t going anywhere. Now not. Not tonight. Perhaps never. The thought fueled me even more and I managed to drive my fingers into her tight channel beside my tongue.

“Oh, God. You’re insane. You’re so…” Mallory’s words faded as she lolled her head to the side, her chest heaving. I sensed she was close to the first of hopefully many climaxes and licked more furiously. “Yes. Yes. Yes…”

When she jerked up from the wall, I pushed her back, grunting and growling like a beast rutting in the wild.

And she loved every second of it.

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