Page 96 of Homecoming

“Now, now. You should have more patience, Master Chief.”

“You know…” he leans across the table and growls in a low barely audible tone, “I don’tdopatience.”

“Oh, I know.” She smiles, and lifting the elegant slender flute, she seductively sips from the chilled glass of vintage champagne.

Dariusslamsopenthedoor as he forces Kat backward into the suite.

She looks so beautiful with her long blonde hair draped around her shoulders and the way her green eyes glint with want in the low light of the room. Her scent lingers over him—it’s an intoxicating smell of light perfume, lust, and warm skin mixed in a perfect combination. Darius wraps his arms tightly around her hips and pressing his lips firmly against hers devours her mouth with a kiss.

“Darius…Darius, slow down,” Kat gasps for air as he suffocates her. “Oh wow!”

“You know, you shouldn’t have done that,” he snarls aggressively.

“Done what?” she teases a grin. “Oh… you meant that thing with the cheesecake on the spoon?”

“Yeah. I know what you were trying to do. Teasing me like that. You are a bad, bad girl Katrina Morgan.”

“Oh… so we’re back at the full name level of badness, now are we? That means I must have really teased you,” she smiles.

“Take your clothes off and I’ll show you how much.”

Darius’s hand grapples with the zip of her dress, and Kat smacks it away. “Patience, Mr. Jackson.”

“Mr. Jackson?” Darius’ brow crumples. “What happened to Master Chief?”

“I’ve decided I’m not going to call you Master Chief again—not until I return to my place on the team.”

“Kat, you know I—”

“I know. I’m teasing you,” she smiles.

Pulling the long zip down the back of her black dress, she drops it to the floor. Stepping from it, she’s left dressed in only a burgundy satin G-string and strapless balconette bra which pushes her breasts up, forcing more of a cleavage.

Flicking the long blonde curls that cascade down her back, framing her ample and curvaceous body, she tilts her head and places a hand on her hip. “Was this the color you had in mind?”

“Wait… that’s not the… Is that new?” he smiles. The sight of Kat’s partially clothed body is like a gift from Satan. The curves of her breasts, her nipples teasingly hidden under the satin fabric, waiting to be unwrapped—waiting for her lover’s mouth to take them.

“You don’t like it?” she smiles coyly. “You said burgundy. I didn’t realize you had something particular in mind.”

“Oh no, I like it.”

His lip curls as he unbuttons his shirt. It’s Kat who now watches as he teases her. Undressing slowly, he slides the expensive linen shirt down his arms and carefully hangs it on the back of the chair. His chest glistens with a dewy moisture of anticipation sweat as he poses for her in the soft light of the hotel room. Taking off his shoes and socks, he then unbuckles his belt and pulls it from the loops around his pants. With a smirk of a grin, he steps forward and grabbing Kat around the waist, he loops the leather around her wrists and with a sharp snap, pulls it tight. As he binds her hands and lays her back against the bed, he pushes her arms up over her head.

Kissing his way down her chest, he pulls at the cup of the bra and gains access to her breast; his mouth presses firmly against her nipple and grazing his teeth over the delicate skin, he teases a tortuous bite.

“Mm…” Kat groans in anticipation as she slips her bound hands around the back of his neck and dragging his head forward, presses her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

Darius smells of expensive cologne and firebrand whiskey—he smells of control. The kiss is ferocious, and Kat loves the way his strength consumes her as he forces his tongue to the back of her throat. He wants her, which is more than obvious from the firmness of his dick, as it rests against the soft inner part of her thigh.

He unravels her hands from his neck and steps back. Staring her deep in the eyes, he then re-positions her on the bed, and using the ringlet fixed to the wall, he takes the attached silver and black braided rope and ties it around the leather belt binding her wrists.

“This hotel really does think of everything,” she smiles.

“Of course. The owner knows what his guests want,” he grins, looking down; his hands caressing her curves. There’s a long, low, growling whisper as his eyes flicker with a deep and lustful mauve fire. He studies her peaked nipple and rolls it, squeezing between his finger and thumb before, with a skillful move, he unclips the strapless bra and throws it onto the floor.

A wanting snarl escapes his lips just before he plunges his mouth onto the plump flesh of her breast. Using the tip of his tongue to play, he laps around each one; sucking and teasing, he feels the taut skin against his lip.

Kat squirms and writhes beneath him, and the feeling of wet lust builds between her legs as her demand for his body grows. “Darius…” her husky whisper brushes against his ear.

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