Page 26 of Killer Secrets (Tempting SEALs 5)

"Just this time," he groaned, his lips moving down her neck. "I'm going to fuck you until you're out of my system. Gone. Out of my head." His tongue licked over her collarbone. "Over."

"In your dreams." Her head tipped back as pleasure suffused her. "Oh God, Ian. In your dreams."

Pleasure like this didn't just go away. It tortured and tormented after the act, she could feel it, knew it, even though the pleasure itself was so new even to her. The jaded Domme, the feminine sexual dominant that demanded submission from her males. She was no novice to sex play, or to sexual games. But she was a novice to this pleasure, to the sensations rippling through her and holding her spellbound in Ian's arms.

As his lips surrounded the hard peak of a nipple, her lips went to his neck. Teeth raking, tongue licking, her hands stroking over as much of his flesh as she could reach.

Hard muscle rippled beneath her touch as the heat and suckling pleasure of his mouth threatened to dissolve her. He held her close to him, arms surrounding her, as though he would never let her go. And she didn't want him to let her go. She wanted him to hold her forever.

"Not enough," he growled, moving, flipping her back on the bed before she could do more than gasp, and jerking the boxer-type panties from her thighs and over her feet before she could fight.

She moved to twist away from him, to attack him with her own passion, her own needs. Before she could roll from him, his hands pulled her thighs apart, his wide shoulders wedging between them and his lips descending to the bare, saturated folds of her pussy.

Kira froze. She couldn't help it. Hell, it wasn't like a man had never gone down on her before; they had. She wasn't a virgin. She was experienced. Until Ian got his lips in the slick, bare flesh between her thighs. Suddenly, she didn't know what the hell to do.

Because he didn't touch her like an unfamiliar lover. He touched her like he knew her. Knew what she wanted. Knew what she needed. Knew that the sudden hard thrust of his tongue into her pussy would freeze her with delirious pleasure.

"Ian?" She stared down her body, watching as his lashes lifted and he stared back at her with slumberous, hungry eyes.

He licked. A long, slow swipe of his tongue that sent a ripple of white-hot sensation racing across her flesh. Especially when he reached her clit, flickered over it, then bestowed a firm, heated kiss to it.

"You don't like it?" He lifted his head enough to whisper the words, blowing a soft breath over the too-sensitive nub of nerve endings.

She stared into the heavy, brooding gaze. What was she supposed to say? Was she supposed to answer him?

"Stop talking and keep licking," she gasped, her hand pressing his head lower, his lips back to her waiting flesh.

He chuckled, but he licked. Oh God, how he licked. And sipped, and scraped his teeth over the swollen folds until she was writhing. Writhing and desperate because it wasn't enough.

She tried to twist, to throw her leg over his head and rise to her knees, to sit on that handsome face, that thrusting tongue. So she could get his cock in her mouth. She was dying to taste that wicked hard flesh, to tongue the precum from the tiny slit at the top.

"Stay still." His hand landed on her butt as she arched again.

"You didn't!" she gasped. He had smacked her?

Okay, so it didn't hurt, it was actually kind of sexy. But only submissives got spanked. She was not a submissive.

"Stay still or I'm tying you to the bed."

"Like hell." Her heels dug into the bed as she struggled from beneath him.

She assured herself that she couldn't have expected what came next. The way he used her momentum against her, flipped her to her stomach, then tied one hand with the long, thin gauze that fell down the post of the headboard.

Tied her wrist, quick as you please, as he straddled her back and held her into place. In the next second, her other wrist was similarly bound with the filmy curtain on the other post.

"Ian, you bastard!" she cried out hoarsely, almost laughing, unable to believe how quickly he had managed to restrain her. And he had restrained her effectively, wrapping the material around the posts close to the mattress so she couldn't pull herself up.

"Now, let's see if you can't be a good girl and let me have my treat," he growled at her ear. "Be very thankful, Kira, that this night is all that matters. Otherwise, I'd show you exactly how I would control that hot little body of yours."

Within a second he was pushing her knees into the bed, raising her hips and stretching out on his back. Sort of the position she wanted, except it was the wrong way.

"This is so wrong," she said, panting as she felt his broad hands cup and palm the cheeks of her ass.

Then he spanked her again. Light little taps, sharp ones, heated heavy caresses as his tongue plunged into her pussy and had her writhing into the caress.

"Untie me." Her voice was strangled, the imperative need for orgasm rising hard and fast inside her. "I want to touch you too. Taste you."

"Not on your life." He nipped at the swollen curve of one labial fold. A soft, gentle little bite that had her jerking in painful pleasure. Damn him, that shouldn't feel so good. It shouldn't feel exquisite. She shouldn't be enjoying weakness, she should be fighting for strength. For control.

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