Page 38 of Claim Me
I clawed his skin, taking gasping breaths as a raw and powerful moment of bliss rolled into my system. He wrapped his lips around my hardened bud, sucking as his tongue continued to dance and swirl.
The lights in the room were too bright, blinding me, yet I wanted to see him. I needed to savor every moment, studying every inch of his body. His breath remained heavy as he moved to my other breast, this time nipping my tender tissue.
“Oh…” I bit back my cry as another wave of sensations drifted to my toes. Being in his arms felt right, as if I belonged. He took his time, sucking and nipping while I drifted into another plateau of pleasure.
When he jerked me upright, our lips were dangerously close, yet he only growled, allowing me to know he was completely in charge.
He swept his arm under my bottom, lifting me from the floor, walking from the kitchen so slowly that I wasn’t certain we were moving. His eyes never left mine as he headed to the stairs. Every step he took was methodical, the perfect rhythm for the wild beating of my heart.
I’d left the light on beside my bed and he took a few seconds to sweep the room as if fearful we’d be interrupted.
After yanking the sheet back, he lowered me onto my feet. Then he took several deep breaths as he slipped his fingers underthe waistband of my thong, pushing the lace past my hips and thighs. The way he slipped the soft material down my legs, taking the time to lift one leg then the other left my skin covered in goosebumps. He’d finally exposed the woman underneath, the woman who’d finally come out of her shell while still locked in a cage because of the girl fearful of letting go.
And I was terrified that he wouldn’t like what he saw.
But just from the way his expression changed, becoming darker, reeking of all the filthy things he wanted to do to me, I’d never felt so elated, so feminine.
“Sweet Jesus,” he whispered, daring to touch me with just the tips of his fingers. He lifted me off the floor, placing me on my knees in the center of the bed. When he took a step back, once again allowing his gaze to fall, I reached for him.
He laughed and shook his head as he unfastened his belt and trousers. I held my breath, eager to see all of him. He was gorgeous in his suit, a man who captivated everyone the moment he walked into a room, but that wasn’t enough.
Perhaps nothing ever would be.
He’d awakened something in me I’d never even known existed.
I swayed back and forth as he removed his clothes. The moment he did, I bit my lip. The tingles were everywhere, consuming every thought and every emotion.
Now, as he stood fully naked, the warm glow of the bedside lamp accentuated his glorious masculine form, his broad shoulders and sculpted abs.
My God, the man was beautiful.
And I wanted all of him, every inch.
I needed his cock deep inside my quivering pussy.
As I brushed my fingers down my neck, moving ever so slowly to my breasts, for the first time I felt like a woman, not an awkward, disabled girl who’d waited her entire life to feel something just for her. I needed the freedom of letting go, instead of feeling as if death was lurking in the shadows. I didn’t expect him to be gentle nor did I want to be treated with kid gloves. That wasn’t him. He was rough and dark, deliberate and dangerous.
And I wanted all of it.
He crawled onto the bed, and it seemed like forever before he was only inches away, both of us on our knees, hungry to explore as we’d done before but only with our eyes. I wanted to take hours studying every inch of his body, allowing my fingers to touch him in all the forbidden places. But I knew his patience wouldn’t last that long, the spell broken by morning.
We were inches apart, yet the heat was explosive. Reaching out, I brushed the tips of my fingers down his chest while my gaze followed, admiring the way his cock stood at full attention, already throbbing. Even the veins on both sides allowed me to know he was losing control, the need we both felt completely unexpected.
The deep rumble leaving his throat was another indication of his raging desire, his need to devour me. He cupped my face, pulling me closer, his hold firm and possessive. Then he rubbed his thumb back and forth across my lips, gently at first then with more pressure, creating another air of possessiveness. I openedmy mouth, waiting until he shoved his thumb inside, sucking on the thick digit as I refused to take my eyes off him.
As I concentrated on his thumb, I noticed his eyes glazing over, the flash of neon highlighting the carnal look that had replaced one of concern. Our mingled sounds were ripe with passion, the taste of the forbidden fruit more spectacular than I’d imagined.
In every fantasy, every vibrant image of the mystery man who’d allowed me to sleep at night, nothing had prepared me for the intensity of my feelings. Or the rush of sensations. I was electrified.
His chest continued heaving, current rippling through every muscle. I found I was holding my breath once again, caught in a moment of fire and ice. As he dropped his lips to mine, I shivered more violently, barely darting my tongue inside. His mouth was hot and wet, igniting the embers just like I knew he would.
He gripped my throat, stretching my neck as he rolled his lips back and forth across mine. There was so much emotion that I was frozen in the moment, shivering even though his touch was like a wildfire consuming me. When he captured my mouth again, his actions became unyielding, his needs increasing. I was caught in a lust-filled web and there was no place I’d rather be.
As the kiss exploded, the anticipation of having his cock buried deep inside kept me on edge. There was nothing like the taste of him, or the protected way I felt while being in his arms.
He rolled his hand over my shoulder, the rough pads of his fingers tickling me. He pulled me closer, but I continued trailing my fingers down his back, marveling in the sharp definition. Lightheaded, I couldn’t seem to stop shaking. Fear. Lust.Uncertainty. I wasn’t certain of anything, but I needed to feel him deep inside.
I was immediately thrown by the pleasure, never having experienced anything so wicked and wonderful. He was meticulous in every touch, keeping me on a slender precipice as he heightened the excitement.
