Page 68 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

"Oh, I get that hungry." Strong white teeth grazed over her lower lip as he controlled the subtle movements of her body while she tried to find a position that would allow her to break the hold he had on her. "I get very hungry."

His lips came back, moved over hers, his tongue pressing past her lips to lick at her tongue as his callused fingers curled around the aching mound of her breast.

Kira jerked, nearly flinching at the pleasure of that touch. His fingertips rasped around the delicate nerve endings of her nipple, yet never quite touched the hardened peak.

Her lips parted further, her tongue reaching out to stroke his as pleasure began to envelop her. Rapid, heated pinpoints of sensation built inside her, swirling through her bloodstream, sensitizing her nerve endings. She could feel the need growing inside her, building with his kiss, with each stroke of his fingers around her nipple and each second he held her restrained.

"Ian." She tore her lips from his even as she arched closer to his hard, warm body. "Don't do it like this. Please."

"Just say no, Kira." His lips slid over her cheek, her jaw. "A single word. All you have to do is use it."

Her lips parted, the word hovered on her lips as she gasped for breath.

"I'll stop," he promised, his voice velvet rough. "I'll let you go. I'll shower and attend to business. You'll be safe from whatever demons chase you then, won't you?"

Her teeth clamped shut as a fractured cry tore from her lips. She could say no and he would just stop? She tightened her thighs, pressing them together, desperate to stop the ache building in her clit. If he stopped, it might kill her.

"You're not playing fair," she breathed out roughly. God, even breathing was an erotic sensation at this point.

"I never promised to play fair." He brought her to her back once again, his head lowering, lips feathering over her collarbone, his tongue tasting her skin.

She didn't know if she could bear this. Heat was spiraling inside her body, attacking erogenous zones and sensitizing the rest of her body to the point that pleasure became near ecstasy.

"You have the prettiest breasts." His free hand cupped a swollen mound, his thumb brushing over her nipple.

Sensation whipped around the hard point then zipped across her nerve endings and clenched the muscles of her womb.

He didn't give her time to process the pleasure from it before his head went lower, his lips and tongue painting a trail of hunger straight to her nipple.

Heated moisture surrounded the engorged flesh as he drew it into his mouth and sucked it deep. Kira flinched, a ragged cry tearing from her lips.

"You want to destroy me," she accused him, her voice rough as she ground her head into the pillow.

The feel of his mouth drawing on her nipple, his tongue lashing it, was making her insane. The peaks were torturously tight, throbbing at the continued friction against them. With each rough lick the flames consuming her body seemed to lick higher, hotter.

"I want to touch you too." Her fingers curled, desperation tightening through her as the need to feel him became imperative.

"Not yet." He lifted his lips only to smooth his jaw over her breast.

The faint bristle of stubble rasped over the soft skin of her breast, sending rapid-fire sensation exploding through her.

"Why not yet?" She tried to twist beneath him, to break the hold he had on her wrists, and on her emotions.

She was weak. His touch was more potent than liquor, and he affected more than just her body. That was the problem. He affected parts of her that she wanted to keep hidden. Parts of her that she had kept hidden for so many years that she had forgotten they existed herself.

"Because I want to touch you." His head lifted, the piercing dark flames in his eyes searing her as he pulled himself up on the bed.

He knelt by her head, which made no sense. He wanted to touch her, yet the hard length of his cock was poised just above her lips as he secured his hold on her wrists.

Rather than trying to pull herself up to reach the engorged crest, she went for the sensitive sac beneath it instead.

Ian froze, his breath wheezing from his lungs as Kira's lips covered the side of his testicles, her tongue laving over it as a whispery moan vibrated into the tight flesh.

God help him.

He leaned his head against the thick wood of the headboard and concentrated on breathing rather than spilling his cum. Her mouth should be licensed. It was wicked, bordering on illegally destructive to the male senses. She mouthed the flesh as it drew tight beneath his cock, cum boiling dangerously close to an explosion.

Gritting his teeth, he dragged the slender chain and wrist restraints from the metal loop secured to the back of the bed. Whoever had owned the house and furnished it had had a definite eye toward hiding the accoutrements of sexual pleasure.

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