Page 58 of Phoenix Falling
“That’s where you’re wrong.” His heat reached me, and I soaked it in like I was borrowing his strength somehow. My fists tightened, and I slowly pulled the material up and over my head. As it passed my breasts, I heard a sharp hiss.
Before I could even get my hair out of my eyes, I felt warm hands settle on my chest. “God, Rissa.”
That tone… Sun knew exactly how to make me melt. Or maybe he was just being genuine, I didn’t know. I only knew the way he looked at me right now, the way he touched me—it felt like nothing I’d experienced before, and in this moment I had a sneaking suspicion I’d never experience it again, from anyone else. Relaxing my arms, I arched into his palms. “Mmm. Feels good.”
“So good.” A finger flicked the front clasp of my bra, and then we were skin to skin.
This time it was my turn to hiss. “Sun…”
Firm fingers plucked at my engorged nipples. “You’re so beautiful. So…perfect.”
Yeah, this had to be genuine. No guy would think I’d believe I was perfect. But when I looked up into Sun’s narrowed eyes, focused intently on my nipples, I could see that he believed it.
My fingers went to the button of my jeans.
A rough sound left Sun. “Fuck it.” Five seconds later my jeans and shoes and underwear were God knew where. The sound of tearing material didn’t bode well for their survival, but I didn’t care. I was on my back on that beautiful dark velvet, and Sun was staring as if he’d never get enough of looking at me.
Except then he clasped my thighs and scooted me closer to where he stood, until my legs were forced to part around him and he had a clear view of the most intimate part of me. I tried to squeeze my legs together, to no avail.
“Uh-uh.” Sun shook his head. “Mine.”
The word was more than rough; it was otherworldly. As if the animal inside him had spoken the word instead of Sun. I almost asked if that was the case—what can I say; apparently sex makes me stupid—but he was already kneeling beside the bed. The rough stubble covering the lower half of his face scraped deliciously against my inner thighs.
“Sun?”
“Mine,” he said again, and then his tongue glided over my labia and I didn’t care what happened after that as long as it involved his mouth on me and not stopping.
“Sun!” Reaching down, I dug my fingers into the thick auburn hair at the top of his head. Instinct had me pulling, forcing him closer, forcing his mouth harder against me. Sun chuckled, his breath gusting against my clit, and I shivered. A whine of need escaped me.
“You taste so good,” he said, his lips whispering over my clit. “So good, Rissa. I’ve dreamed of this.” His tongue dipped inside me, scooping up my cream. “I’ve dreamed of taking you, fucking you, until I thought I’d go insane.”
I released his hair and grabbed my legs, pulling them back to give him greater access. “Then get on with it.”
He nipped me, the edges of his fangs distinct against my skin. I yelped.
“I’m not about to rush this, Rissa.”
“Who’s rushing things?” I squirmed, trying to get his tongue back where I needed it most. “You’ve been winding me up for a half hour already.”
His laugh was husky, full of satisfaction. “Primed and ready, baby. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to make it easy on you.”
Of course he wouldn’t. And he didn’t. He licked, sucked, thrust his tongue inside me as if he’d devour me whole, but never quite gave me enough of what I needed to get off. When I grew tired of waiting and sought out my clit with my fingers, he drew them into his mouth and nipped me again, only this time I got the feeling he drew blood if the way he suckled them afterward was any indication.
I was covered in sweat, begging, gasping by the time he took pity on me. Finally, finally, his fingers entered me instead of his tongue—thick, rough fingers that began a harsh rhythm designed for one thing only: to bring me off. I arched my hips off the bed. “Sun, please!”
His lips surrounded my clit, a rough vibration accompanying them, almost as if his animal was growling or purring deep inside of him. The sensation was like a supercharged shock to the senses, and I found myself spiraling toward orgasm with barely any ability to breathe. When his lips closed, his teeth lightly gripped my clit, and a strong suck pulled that most sensitive spot against them. The spiral closed in, and everything disappeared but the sensation of Sun sucking at my body, teeth scraping over me, fingers pounding hard, hard, harder…
“Suuuun!”
The world exploded.
I had no idea how I got there, but the next thing I knew was the sensation of a pillow beneath my head, a cool sheet atop my overheated body. Sun lay next to me, one arm under my neck, one at my waist, one heavy leg wrapped over mine, all cuddling me against him.
I stirred in his arms.
“You back with me?” he asked, a wealth of satisfaction in his voice.
“Maybe,” I murmured. My voice came out a rasp, hoarse—probably from screaming his name and begging for mercy. No wonder he was satisfied.
