Page 47 of Our Lips Are Sealed
“I thought you said you didn’t know…” The fingers in her hair tightened, fisting the strands. “Mmm fuck… know how… yeah… where did you learn this?”
Evie paused for the briefest of seconds to answer. “My fairy porn.”
Samuel groaned, his head falling back as his hips moved in tandem with the slick slide of her mouth. The hand on her head no longer restrained but encouraged, pushing her to take him in deeper, faster.
“This is a helluva way to make a book recommendation, Evangeline.”
Finding a rhythm helped her relax, allowing Evie a chance to enjoy watching the pleasure she was giving him play out over his face. Samuel’s control lessened with every bob of her head, and it didn’t surprise her in the least when he jerked her to stand after a few more seconds.
“Bed,” he ordered. “Now.”
“You didn’t let me finish.” She pouted while he tore at her clothes. “I was kind of enjoying being on my knees.”
“Good, because you’re about to get back on them.”
Samuel didn’t exactly toss her onto the mattress. There was more finesse to it than that. But she laughed on the landing, watching as he stripped down to nothing. Getting up on her knees, she crooked a finger at him to come closer, but he shook his head, massaging himself from the side of the bed.
“Turn around.”
Obeying, Evie gave him her back, bracing her hands on the mattress to position herself on all fours. “Like this?”
His tongue answered, striking at her center. Out of instinct, she bucked over his face, moaning as he pummeled her with tempered thrusts of his tongue that kept release just beyond reach.
“Samuel, please.”
His deep chuckle vibrated between her legs, sending shivers through her, and just when Evie didn’t think she could take anymore, he relinquished his work with a final suck and bite on her ass, rising behind her into position.
At the first touch of him, Evie slammed back impatiently, her body contracting around the fullness it so desperately craved. She moaned his name, rocking on his massive length.
Taking him in like this allowed her to feel every hard ridge of his arousal hitting a place buried deep inside her, begging to be stroked. “I need you.”
“We have to go slow.” Samuel splayed a hand on her hips to steady them. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me.” Lowering her chest to the bed, Evie offered herself up to him. “Come on, Samuel. Score some points.”
He pushed in further, every muscle in his body drawing tight as he fought the need to move and take. Silky black strands of hair had fallen forward, partially obscuring his eyes. But even so, she could see the hesitation in them. “I’ve been pretty gentle with you up until this point, Evangeline,” he breathed. “Are you sure?”
Evie slid forward slightly, only to ram back on him again, driving him deeper. “I’m sure.”
“Fuck.” Samuel’s body swayed loosely from the impact, his eyes remaining locked on the spot where their bodies were joined. “Okay, then.” Two hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the bone. “Don’t forget you asked for this.”
And that was her only warning.
The hotel bed, while lovely with its green etoile duvet cover, was no match for the savage fucking Samuel bestowed upon the poor thing. It squeaked and groaned beneath them, threatening to buckle as he pounded into her.
Under the ferocity of his thrusts, release hit fast, and Evie screamed, the sound punctuated by the devastating force of his movements.
“You can give me more than that,” Samuel growled, pulling her back up on all fours by her throat. Using his knees, he spread her legs further apart, driving into her with thick, heavy pumps. “Come for me again.”
The hand at her neck trailed down her side, slipping between her legs to rub circles on the already throbbing bundle of nerves waiting for him. Without much choice, her body surrendered, sending Evie from one orgasm straight into another, more powerful one. Panting beneath him, she thought she might be close to hyperventilating, unable to catch a breath between her screams.
“Fuck, you take it so good, Evangeline.” His praise had her seeking his dark gaze, and when their eyes met, a smirk teased the corners of his open mouth. “Are you going to run from me again?”
“If this is my punishment?” She curved her back, baring down to allow him to strike to the hilt. “I might run from you every day.”
Bending forward with a grunt, he kissed the notches of her spine, sinking his teeth in when he reached her shoulder. “Don’t even think about it,” he said, his voice dangerous and full of promise. Jerking her head up by her hair, he never slowed the pounding of his body into hers. “You were made for me to fuck like this, but if you ever run from me again, I won’t be as nice next time.”
Evie flicked her tongue over his lips, the fire of what was between them burning brightly inside her. She had no idea sex could be this primal-like thing, falling beyond the mere need for release.
