Page 221 of Torrid Passion
“I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’m in LA for a while.”
I nod. “I know you will.”
“And for the record, I also missthelittle things,” he drops a soft kiss against my lips.
“I love hearing that.”
He takes my hand in his and lowers it until it’s pressing against his hard cock.The impressive bulge of his erectionhas my mouth watering. With his hand over mine, Istroke his cock over his pants.“I also miss thebigthings,” he husks. “I hope you did too.”
“More than words can express.”
“I love it when we’re on the same page.” He pauses. “I assume my slut is ready to submit completely to me?”His voice is nothing but a low growl.
Tender Loki has taken a back seat to the dominant man that makes me go weak in the knees. And clearly, my body approves. The edginess in his voice sends tingles right through me.
God, I want him.
“Yes.”
He grazes his lips against the curve of my neck. “It’s been way too long since I’ve heard my name on your gorgeous lips while you succumb to pleasure. I want to hear it again, and again, and again tonight. Every single time, I expect you to come so hard you fear you’ll blackout. Anything less is unacceptable. Anything less and I’ll have to fuck you harder. Push you further. Take you higher. Make it dirtier.”
His horny words speed up my heartrate.
“Yes please,” I say.
“I want you too damn much, Kyla—and I’m so desperate to sink balls deep into you—to take it slow. You’re okay with that?”
“Oh, hell yes.”
“Are you ready to swallow my hungry meat?”
“Oh, dear God, yes.”
I’m burning up inside.
“You’re so eager.”
“I’ve missed you so much,” I say.
“Are you just using me for sex?” he chuckles.
I can’t help my laugh.
“Seriously, the void nearly killed me,” I confess.
His thumb runs across my lower lip. “We’re together again.”
“We are.”
He grabs my face in his hands, claiming my lips in a punishing kiss. When he breaks our embrace, he leaves me panting in shallow breaths.
God, I need this man more than I need to breathe.
He plays around with the blindfold, to make sure it’s securely in place before reaching behind me and sliding the zipper of my dress down. My skin prickles when he kisses along the sensitive column of my neck and the shiver that runs through me makes my nipples tighten.
“Stand for me,” he says. “Hands on my shoulders,” he says guiding my hands. He then drags the zipper all the way down, dropping hard kisses against my body.
I gasp.
