Page 51 of Unhinged Cravings
“Fucking perfect like the rest of you.”
She took a handful of my shirt and pulled me down, her head rising so that our mouths crashed. All thought of ending this fled along with any rationale that kissing the woman I’d kidnapped had complications. There was only Ava and the sensation of her lips against mine.
This woman who had come into my life like an unexpectedstorm and captivated me, woken me, was now the one thing I desired above all else. A hunger had started and now I was ravenous for her. My hand tangled in her hair, gripping strands as our kiss grew heated. Her moan swept through me like an unrelenting blaze, and there was no longer any debate about what I wanted to do to her. I wanted all of Ava—to touch her, taste her, own her—and that recognition branded my very being.
Her hands tore at the buttons on my shirt while my hand slid over her curves, lingering on her breast and teasing her nipple until it was so taut, I tugged at the ring I’d been craving to feel. Another moan and she arched into my hand. The sound was like a lead jerking me and I ground into her, my hand skimming her waist and then pushing her shirt up. Her skin was soft, and I dug my fingers into it, causing her lips to part from mine.
Dropping my mouth to her neck, I ran my tongue over it. “Tell me what you want, wildcat,” I said, moving my hand to her hip and pushing her underwear down.
“You,” she murmured, her head dipping back when I sucked her nipple through her shirt, my teeth scraping over the ring. Everything about her turned me on and, after wanting her for so many days, I was ready to tear her clothes off and take her right there.
“What do you want me to do to you?” I asked, pushing her legs apart with my knee and slipping my fingers into her warmth. “Fuck,” I grumbled at how wet she was. “You’re drenched.”
“You’ve had me soaked for days,” she purred, and I lifted my eyes to meet hers. They were alive with lust, a dark golden brown like warm honey. “I want you to take me, Emerson.”
I plunged my finger into her, loving how her back bowed into me. “What else do you want me to do to you?” Sliding out of her, I moved to her clit, finding the piercing I’d suspected she had. Two sexy balls of metal right above her clit. I’d never slept with a woman with more than a belly button piercing, but I was looking forward to doling out the pleasure I suspected each of Ava’swould bring to her. Rubbing my thumb over her clit, I sucked her nipple back into my mouth.
She gasped, her hands pulling my hair.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” I tugged at her ring and shoved my finger back into her.
“I hate commands,” she complained, her voice breathy.
“Time to get used to them. Now tell me what the fuck you want so I can watch you break.”
Her legs trembled as I shoved another finger into her. “Make me come.”
I bit her nipple gently and pulled my fingers free. “That sounds like a demand.”
“God, you’re an asshole,” she mumbled.
Slamming my mouth into hers, I kissed her. Tongues battling, hearts pounding, her hands grabbed at me.
“Tell me what you want,” I said, dragging her bottom lip between my teeth.
“I just did,” she rasped.
“Nicer.”
I brought my fingers up to my mouth and tasted them, regretting it the moment I did because I wanted more.
“You want me to beg?” she asked, her eyes following the movement of my fingers.
“Only for me, wildcat. And only when I tell you to.”
Her mouth twisted. I smoothed my hand up her stomach, cupping her breast and rubbing my thumb over her nipple.
She groaned, and I gave her a wicked smile. “This better be worth it,” she said. “Dammit, make me come, please Emerson.”
“That’s a good girl.” Her eyes lit as her legs moved to clench. I stopped them with my knee. “Uh uh, that’s my orgasm to free.”
A beautiful sigh slipped from her lips, and I captured it, kissing her again. After giving her breast another squeeze, I moved back between her legs, rubbing her clit and piercing until Iplunged two fingers back into her. Her cry was one I committed to memory.
“That’s it, wildcat. Come for me.” I picked up my pace, watching her until her head went back and she clamped down on my fingers. Seeing her fall apart had to be the most glorious thing I’d ever witnessed. She was ravishing, her cheeks flushed, eyes glossy, lips parted. Her chest heaved as I caught her cry with my mouth, kissing her until she calmed completely.
Moving from her, I rose, cleaning my fingers again and knowing exactly what my next move would be. Her eyes questioned me, but I only bent down and picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder. She squealed and I couldn’t help but tease her. “Squealing doesn’t sound like you, Ava. First, you let me command you and now you’re squealing like a kid?”
“Screw you,” she returned.
