Page 47 of Another Damned Storm
Her expression heated as she reached down and grabbed me by the belt, pulling me closer. “Would it help if I told you I didn’t want to leave?”
I searched her gaze, letting her emotions wash through me. “A little,” I hedged.
Her fingers worked my belt free. The button and zipper quickly followed. “But I still owe you an apology, don’t I?”
When her hand found my hardening cock, I sucked in a breath.
She leaned in, but instead of kissing me, she just lightly brushed her lips against mine. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Then she sank slowly to her knees.
I gripped her by her hair, forcing her to look up at me. “Forgiveness might not come so easily.”
A smirk played across her face as a jolt of need rocked me where I stood. Rather than respond with words, she flicked out her tongue and raked it up my length, pulling a hiss out of me. When she took me into her mouth, hot and wet, I couldn’t contain my groan.
It had only been days, but from the way my body reacted to her touch, it may as well have been years. She teased and sucked, working me with her hand as well as her talented lips. With every other stroke, I slid deeper, and deeper still. Our connection amplified all of it because I could feel what she was feeling. All the want, the need, the determination. And her deep-seated affection.
I tightened my grip on her hair, struggling to hold onto my control. “Never,” I growled her name without meaning to, and when I looked down, she was looking up at me, a goddess on her knees with my cock buried down her throat. “Is this your apology?”
She hummed in response, the vibration rippling throughout my body.
There was a part of me that wanted to keep things slow and easy. To let her make amends the way she saw fit. The other part wanted to punish her for leaving. It was a ridiculous notion, but that vengeful part of me tangled fingers in her hair and angled her head just right.
“You’re going to have to work harder than that, love.” I thrust deep, savoring the way her eyes flew wide and her fingers anchored to my hips. Still, I couldn’t just abuse her pretty lips without giving her an out. “Tap three times if I need to stop.” I showed her with a firm tap to her wrist.
A better man probably would have pulled his cock out of her gorgeous mouth and let her reply. As I’d learned many times over with Never, when it came to her, I was not a better man.
She narrowed her eyes, and a sense of challenge raced down the link.
Very well.
I held her hair tight with one hand, braced the other on the wall behind her, and drove my cock deep into her hot mouth and down her throat. I did it again and again, savoring the sounds she made with each stroke.
A wave of possessiveness rose up inside me and I rode it, thrusting harder, gripping tighter. Her hands never left my hips. Not even when I buried myself to the hilt, her hot throat enveloping my cock, and I held her there. And held. Because the fire in her eyes when she looked up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks… it was so very addictive.
I pulled back and she gasped for breath around me, but I only gave her a couple of seconds before I cut off her air again and held her. The way her nails dug into my skin, and her throat convulsed around me, threatened my control.
This woman made me feel in ways I’d never thought possible.
“Should I come down your lovely throat?” I asked, my voice rough to my own ears. I eased back and she sucked in air. Before she could answer, I shoved back in ruthlessly. “Blink once for no and twice for yes.”
For several seconds, she just glared up at me without blinking at all. Then one slow blink followed another.
Vixen.
I was dangerously close. The tingle in the base of my spine was quickly growing into an inferno. I pulled halfway out, gave her a second to draw a breath, and buried myself in her again. “Now?”
She answered with another challenging stare before giving me two more slow blinks.
I should have pulled back, but I held a few seconds longer. I’d seen this woman in every state of undress. Above me, below me, straddling my face. That last one, admittedly, was one of my favorites, but none of those was as beautiful to my dominating soul as this one.
Her fingers twitched at my hips, a sign I was pushing her limits even as the amber glow around her irises brightened. A cacophony of emotions poured into me, driving my pleasure that much higher. I eased back once more, clenching my teeth against the welling orgasm.
“Hold on tight, love,” I ground out. Her short fingernails bit into my flesh, but I barely felt it as I drove deep. Again and again.
I came hard, with her hair fisted in my hand and her throatswallowing desperately around my pulsing cock. And I knew, right then, that I could not let her walk out of my life again, no matter the reason.
No matter the cost.
If she had no choice but to return to the Alius, I would find a way to go with her. Because I would gladly burn in hell beside her if it meant I would never have to draw another breath without her.
