Page 39 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

His lips covered the nipple he had revealed, drawing it into his mouth, suckling with strong, heated hunger as pleasure began to steal her common sense.

She had never known sex could be this good. She had never imagined it. Never thought she could possibly lose her mind in a man's arms.

"Do you belong to me, Kira?" His head rose, his gaze pierced hers as she forced her eyes open. "Seeing you with Missern knowing he was ready to strike you. I wanted him dead."

He was talking to her? Asking her something? Now? While his fingers were filling her, stroking her, the tips rubbing in the most pleasurable spots, areas she never knew could feel so good.

"Belong to you?" she panted.

"Tell me you belong to me, Kira." His fingers moved harder, deeper, plunging into the slick, saturated muscles of her pussy as shudders of response raced through her.

"Always." She screamed the word. She couldn't hold it back, no more than she could hold back the knowledge that she did belong to him in ways that even she couldn't define.

It was a battle she would have to fight with herself later. Not now, because now she was consumed. His lips covered hers in reward, his tongue sinking deep, fucking into her mouth and driving her insane with the need to be closer as he controlled her movements with his hands and his body.

His fingers rasped and filled her pussy, stroked and plunged as the heel of his hand finally gave her the pressure she needed to explode.

She unraveled beneath him. Her breath became trapped in her throat, sensations sizzled across her flesh, and in one blinding second terror washed through her. Because no other man could do this. No other man could bring her to this point. And when the operation was over, if they survived, then Ian would walk away from her forever.

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Eleven

IAN COULD FEEL THE NEED, the inferno of lust, tearing through him as Kira exploded around his fingers. It tempted his control, control that had never been tempted, and tore through his mind with the razor-sharp edge of agonized hunger.

And he was running out of time.

Ian blinked the sweat from his eyes as his gaze lifted to the tinted windows that looked out beyond the Hummer. A half hour maybe, before they hit the villa. Not long enough for him to explain what seeing her with Missern, watching the bastard just touch her hair had done to him. It had made him insane with the need to claim her. Kira was a strong woman, an alpha female if he had ever met one. It made it harder for her to understand his need to protect her.

He wanted her fiery, challenging, and defiant, but he also wanted her to recognize the fact that he was in control. She had to. Her life might well depend upon it.

He didn't have the time to reach that inner woman, but he did have the time to let the hunger inside her free. To a point. God help him if he got his dick inside her; he'd be there for the rest of the night. There would be no leaving the vehicle because he'd be inside her for the rest of the night.

As her orgasm eased through her, he released her arms, slid his fingers from her giving flesh, and tore at the leather belt cinching his hips.

He couldn't take her, but he could have her mouth on him again. He needed that. The sight of her taking him with primitive pleasure, tasting him, working for his pleasure.

He watched her expression shift from satiation to renewed hunger as he pushed his pants to his thighs and drew the hard length of his cock into his hand.

"Do I get to have fun now?" Amusement filled her tone as she came slowly to her knees.

Ian braced his hand on the ceiling of the vehicle and clenched his teeth to hold back a snarl. He tightened his fingers around the shaft and watched as she licked her lips.

Then she slowly bent. Sweet God, which did he want to watch more? Her mouth taking his cock, or her tight ass as it lifted behind her?

He compromised. He watched as her lips sank over the pulsing, dark head of his cock, and he let his hand fall in a light smack to her ass.

She flinched and stilled, her eyes lifting to him. Defiance sparkled in the witchy depths, but so did pleasure and arousal. He tapped the side of her ass once more, smiling at the sharp, involuntary response that had her lifting into the sharp caress.

She didn't know if she should allow herself to enjoy it or not. That bit of feminine confusion had every possessive and dominant instinct inside him howling in pleasure. He gave her rear another light tap.

"Suck my cock, kitten. I'll take care of the rest."

She obviously didn't like the pet name either, but that was what she reminded him of. A brave little cat, hissing and spitting when challenged, even as she ached for a touch she had never had before.

It made his lust burn higher, knowing no man had ever stroked her as he did, had never taken her past her own control as he had. It was addictive, challenging, and made him want her with a desire that frankly scared the shit out of him.

His teeth clenched as the moist heat of her mouth surrounded the head of his cock. She was still watching him, wary, uncertain. He liked her like that. It would make each touch sharper, brighter for her. Keeping Kira off guard might turn into an addictive hobby. If she didn't manage to throw him off guard first.

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