Page 17 of Becoming Brandy

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Brandy couldn’t believewhat she was doing. She was supposed to be preparing to entice Drake, not make out with Tork. But make out with him, she was.

Tongue, lips, teeth, it was all one blur of passionate desperation. Like he wanted to consume her, and she was loving every minute of it. Nobody turned her on like Tork. Not Wrek. Not even Rahan. He was everything she’d sought after in a man—a little bit of danger mixed with a dash of sadness and a whole lot of heat. She gripped his lapels and pulled him closer.

One large hand snaked around her neck, buried in her hair as the other wrapped around her back. His mouth enfolded her, opening, his tongue searching. She returned the kiss, her hands grasping his shirt desperately. His fingers trailed down to the sensitive skin on the small of her back as his mouth left a path of kisses down her neck.

She couldn’t breathe. She didn’t want to. Her whole body yearned for him to take it farther. She pulled him in closer.

He shook his head and let go of her, taking a step back. “This is a mistake.”

She reached for him, her head spinning. “Tork, don’t go.” Grabbing, she caught his muscular arm and whirled him around. Anger darkened his face before his eyes were once again tracing over her lips and breasts.

Her hands sought out the straps of the leotard, pulling down one strap and then the other. With the fabric barely clinging to her body, she began a dance she’d perfected after years of training, a striptease, while he watched. She knew her body did things to men. It was a weapon, one of the only ones she had at her disposal. Panting, she watched as his gaze traveled hungrily across the vast expanse of skin. With excruciating slowness, she removed her leotard.

Tork watched her with rapt attention for a few seconds before striding over.

With a low growl, he picked her up with one arm, driving her back to the wall. His body pressed to hers with delicious weight as he ground into her. Bringing her legs around his waist, she thrust her hips up, rubbing against him. He was a thick hot length stroking against all the right places.

Her hands tugged at his shirt, drawing it over his head. His chest was a rock-hard wall of muscle. And those tattoos. So sexy she wanted to bite each one. When she ran her hands over his nipples, he shivered.

His hands worked on his pants frantically, yanking so hard the fabric ripped. Wanting them flesh to flesh, her hands helped urge them off.

“Hurry,” she ordered.

His eyes darkened like he didn’t like being told what to do, but he obeyed nonetheless.

His pants dropped to the floor and then his boxer briefs. God, his member was just as enormous as she expected, but she only got a brief glance before he pressed himself against her, his shaft wavering close to where she wanted it to go.

But up against the wall like this, the angle was wrong. He picked her up again, this time lowering her to the floor. No time for a bed.

She felt his hands reach out for something, feeling the soft caress of fabric as Tork drew the long silk toward them. The same silk she’d used to slither on to do her acrobatic, he used to tie her hands together. Wrists bound above her head, she had no choice but to submit to his whims, a thought that nearly made her come just thinking it. She was his to do with what he wished. Brandy stared up at Tork, getting lost in his dark eyes.

He gazed at her bound, naked body, but his desire seemed to get the best of him. Tork fit his knees between her thighs and urged them open.

When his mouth fit over hers, his breath intoxicated her, and her head whirled deliciously. A throaty moan escaped her lips as he ran his hand over her bare thighs and between her legs. Arching up into his hand, she gasped. She could barely keep up with his touch. His mouth was on her nipple just as his fingers found her wetness.

Both sensations at once were almost too much. She bucked against his hand, urging it to go faster, harder. Then his fingers retreated and he slipped down her body, covering her stomach and hips with his tongue.

Oh God, she was going to explode before he’d even entered her.

She wanted to wrap her hands around his throbbing erection and aim it home, but she was bound. He seemed to sense what she was asking for. Slowly, he crawled up her body, his arms on either side of her head, the tip of his erection hovering at her core. Locking eyes with her, he slid it home.

It gave her chills that ran the length of her body. One moan and he thrust up until his full length was inside her, stretching, pulling, lighting her on fire. It was like her whole body was electrified with the best kind of pleasure. It tore through her like a riptide, making her muscles convulse.

“Oh, God!”

He pounded into her with wild, frantic pulses.

The building ecstasy exploded like a supernova. She came clamped around him, riding his pleasure as her own filled her senses again and again.

He climaxed with her, his whole body tightening and pulsing. The growl she’d heard before rumbled in his chest as he arched over her.

When he finished, his head sagged and he placed his forehead against hers. She pressed her head against his, feeling something like happiness for the first time since being taken.

But he pulled away, standing up and grabbing his clothes. Leaning up, she watched him, alarm growing as she saw how angry his expression was becoming.

“Tork, is everything okay?”

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