Page 115 of Night's Fall
So, so good.
I arched fully, driving myself intoAleksei’slapping, gorging mouth.
“Yes, by the gods,yes,”Ibreathed, coming up to my elbows and nearly climaxing at seeing his dark head working between my thighs, his big tan hands curled around the pale skin at the juncture of my hips, pulsing me into his hunger.
I reached out and clutched his hair to claim him, hold him to me, and he kept working me even as he tipped back and the deep-violet topaz that had taken over his eyes fired through me.
Our gazes locked asIgripped his hair, he gripped my hips and fed from me, brazenly, downright pornographically, like we were daring the other to look away.
And then with all he was doing, giving, demanding,Icouldn’t.Theclimax was speeding toward me.
My eyes drifted half-mast, my head was about to fall back.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he grunted into my flesh. “Lookat me.”
With effort,Ifocused on him.
“Honey,”Ibegged.
He lapped agonizingly, gloriously, back to front whileIwatched.
Oh my gods.
“Watch me eat you,” he ordered.
My entire body trembled.
He kept at me. “Youdon’t come until my cock is driving inside you.”
His hands seized my hips like a marauder seizing his loot, pulsing me into his mouth.
“Watch me,” he growled into my wet.
I watched.
His eyes locked to mine, he ate.
I watched.
He tongue fucked me.
I watched, whimpering, and quivering.
He scraped my clit with his teeth.
I gasped and shuddered.
He surged up, clamping his hands behind my knees, rolling them back, positioning, and with our eyes still secured,Ifelt the head of his cock search, stretch, probe.
I caught my lip between my teeth.
A predatory sound rumbled out of his chest and settled over me like chains.
I was his.
He was mine.
But right now,Iwas his.
