Page 46 of Wicked and Claimed

Haisley’s breathing roughened, and her heart rattled against her ribs as Nash delved face-first between her legs, his tongue unerringly finding her clit. Ruthlessly, he drove her up, then kept her hovering at a fever-pitch, forcing her to both stand still and expose every one of her secrets for his play and her pleasure.

“Nash…”

“What, baby?”

“Let me lie down and spread my legs for you.”

“No. You take the lash of my tongue. You stand still like a good girl so I can worship you. You come when I tell you—not before. When I want you on your back, legs wide for me, I’ll put you there myself.”

Then he dipped his head and returned to slowly driving her insane.

Her yearning grew as her anxiety did. “Nash. Nash! I?—”

“Need to come?”

He knew she did. Sometimes he knew her own body better than she did. “Please.”

“Oh, you know I love manners.” He took a long, leisurely swipe through her slit, then leaned back. She watched him lick his lips before he parted her folds with his thumbs, smiling as he exposed her even more. “Come for me.”

When he lowered his head again, Haisley couldn’t resist. Couldn’t hold out. He dragged the flat of his tongue across her clit again, then sucked it deep.

She was gone, her head lost to a realm of sensation that had her swimming in tingles and dissolving into shudders as she hoarsely screamed his name.

The moment her orgasm ended and her replete body sagged with a sigh, Nash lay her across his mattress, tore away the remnants of her blouse, unzipped his pants, and seated himself to the hilt inside her with one roaring thrust.

“Nash!” Through his charcoal-gray T-shirt, damp with sweat, she dug her nails into his back.

“Take me. Take every fucking inch of me,” he growled as he pinned her wrists to the bed and invaded her still-sensitive pussy over and over with his girthy cock.

Mercilessly, he ratcheted her up as he stared down into her eyes, plunging deep, then deeper, until she couldn’t catch her breath. Her clit felt as if it were on fire, and her heart surrendered again to him, as she did every time he touched her.

“I need to come again,” she wailed into his cotton-clad shoulder.

“Ask me. Beg me.”

“Please,” she gasped out. “Please, Nash. Please… I need you.”

“Goddamn, baby. Yes. Oh, fuck, yes. I need you, too.” He pounded at her until his bed frame rattled, until he panted against her lips, until his face tightened with bliss. “Come with me!”

Impossibly, he hardened inside her. His thrusts roughened as he banged her faster into the mattress. Her senses soared. Blood rushed through her body, catching fire in her veins. Her desire tightened and twisted before the dam burst in a flurry of heat and fireworks. Black spots danced behind her eyes as Nash let go inside her and she screamed out her release.

Slowly, they came back to earth together in a tangle of clinging limbs and panting breaths. Neither seemed inclined to move, and Haisley loved it that way. She nuzzled her face in his neck, closed her eyes, and inhaled his salty, manly musk.

There was no place she’d rather be.

“Happy I’m home?” he rasped out, his voice still thick with passion.

Haisley knew what that question meant. Tonight would be an orgasm marathon, and she was giddy for it. “Very. I missed you.”

As soon as she admitted that, she winced. Nash didn’t want her heart, just her body. She had to be careful or she’d scare him off.

“Did you? Or were you just getting horny without me?” He lifted a cynical brow. “I know your kitty gets cranky when I don’t pet her often enough.”

Unfortunately, he wasn’t wrong. Since Nash had stormed into her life, not only had he forbidden her from self-pleasuring, she didn’t enjoy it anymore because it didn’t really satisfy her.

Haisley craved him, and she worried all the time it would bite her in the ass. Despite that fear…she couldn’t stop.

“Yeah? Your ‘dog’ gets pretty snarly when I don’t take him for frequent walks.”

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