Page 169 of Of Blood and Banes
The words are choked in his mouth, refusing to leave his lips. He knows it’s all a lie, as much as I do.
He takes his hands off my hips, stepping back with his head low, not daring to look me in the eyes. “I…” he breathes heavily.Muttering like it’s more of a conversation with himself, “I’m out of my fucking mind for?—”
You.
The word hang between us.
He turns away from me, and I lurch forward, breaking through my own self-restraint and snatching him before he can leave me.
“I can’t tell you to stop. Because I,” I pull open his shirt, hungry for his skin, then push up to my toes to graze his lips with mine, saying between each slow kiss, “Don’t. Want. To.”
He groans into my mouth, capturing the side of my face in his hands and leaning into me with a controlled step. His thigh wasn’t enough to satisfy my craving for him. Neither was his mouth or fingers. And while I’ve already had him twice—I can’t help myself. I want more. Need more.
Needallof him. I need him to come undone, and I need to be the one to do it. To have the sheer power of stripping away all that conceit and crassness. Unraveling him down to the simple desire of his flesh.
He’s supposed to be a distraction from Cole. But it’s become more than that. I find myself fantasizing about the way he touches me. Kisses me. Fucks me.
We shuffle step by step back to the desk, our mouths moving and never parting, our hands exploring in a frenzy. We’re a tangle of heat and desire, obliterated by the all-consumingwant. Never breaking our kiss, he uses one hand to sweep off all the things on the desk behind me. Everything falls to the ground with a thud, a flutter, and something shattering. But I don’t care. All I care about at this moment is him.
And how badly I want him.
He grabs the back of my thighs and rips me off my feet, then plops me down onto the desk before untucking my shirt from my pants. I pull the blouse off and throw it to the floor. He takes thekey out from between my breast and brassiere and tosses it on the desk. And I remove my brassiere. Grinning, he slowly teases kisses closer and closer until he?—
Gods, those sinful lips.
—flicks his wicked tongue across my hardened nipple. He generously sucks it into his mouth as he fondles my other breast. Moaning, I stretch to try and stroke him, but he’s out of reach. Sucking and nibbling my nipple eagerly until he switches to the other one.
His hand slithers down beneath my pants, between my legs. Those dastardly fingers slide up and down my entrance, testing my arousal. Teasing with slow strokes.
He takes his lips off my nipple to look up at me. “My…so wet…”
He slips a finger inside of me, the palm of his hand cupping me as he burrows it as far as he can. I curl my body up, grabbing hold of his shoulder as I quiver.
He moves his attention from my breasts to my ear, whispering as he fingers me, “Was it the thought of me fucking two other women? Does that excite you?”
“No,” I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as he adds in a second finger and begins to massage the heel of his hand into my clit.
“Good. Because when I have you, I want you all to myself. I won’t share you. And I don’t want to divide my attention, unless it’s across every part of your body.” He sucks my earlobe into his mouth and nibbles. Then shakes his hand against me, playing into my sensitive clit until my legs wobble around him.
He works me on his hand, his mouth on my neck until I cry coming around his fingers. After he removes his hand, he pulls my pants off. Less than a minute later, and we’ve removed every article of clothing separating the two of us. I bask in his attentive touch, his lingering kisses, and his sweet tongue trailing up and down my unbearably hot skin. Then he crouches down,positioning his head between my thighs and grabbing hold of my legs to place them on his shoulders.
Shifting back onto my elbows, I lift my needy hips to him, and Gods, that fucking smile of his when I do. Mercifully, he doesn’t make me ask like he normally does and places that delicious set of lips onto my clit.
Moaning, I slide my fingers into his silky brown hair, tugging at the strands as he teases me. He buries his face deeper into the crook between my legs like a starved man, devouring every inch of me with a frenzy and determined hunger to push me over the edge.
Every whimper and broken sigh of mine fuels each flick of his tongue, and just when I think it can’t feel better, he proves me wrong, switching tempos and pressure. Testing each of my limits to find out what makes me cry. The knot in my stomach builds to a hopelessly tight tangle, begging to be released. As I tip-toe closer to that euphoric cliff, I clamp a hand over my mouth to silence the oncoming scream I feel building.
His eyes meet mine, and he removes my hand from my mouth, his voice rumbling between my legs, “If you want me to fuck you with my cock tonight—” he pushes his fingers back into me with an agonizing slowness that makes me want to ride his fingers myself, “—you won’t quiet yourself as you come. I want to hear your cries for me.”
I writhe as he lowers his head back down and flicks slow, hard licks across my clit and combines it with the curling of his fingers inside me. Once he has that pressure ricocheting inside of me again and my legs trembling around his head, he picks up his speed. He moves his fingers and swirls his tongue in a heated, precise rhythm until I’m arching my back off the desk and letting my head fall back against the wood as I squeeze my eyes shut. Before I know it, he unleashes the knot of pressure in my core, and I cry out as I succumb to my pleasure.
He switches places, driving his tongue inside of me as his thumb rubs against my clit to draw out the full extent of my orgasm. I greedily grind into his face as he laps up every drop I give him.
“That’s my girl,” he mumbles into my cunt.
Once he’s driven me past the point of aftershocks, he stands, ushering in a cold breeze between my thighs that prickles my skin. I heat even more at the vision of him naked between my legs—his nose, mouth, and chin glossy with my arousal. My gaze follows the curves and angles of his body. How wide his shoulders are, dipping down to his firm pecs and chiseled abs. Down to his cock, hard for me. His hands are resting on my knees, eyes dark with an untamed desire to ruin me—but also restraint, as he waits for me to grant him permission to do so.
I nod with parted lips and a heavy chest, tilting my knees open wider for him.
