Page 68 of Make Her Bleed
"Then, I'm a fucking idiot for not kissing you back." I can't tell if he's teasing me or if he's serious, but I still laugh.
"You could make up for that by kissing me now," I suggest.
His lips crash against mine with blazing passion that nearly knocks me off my feet. His teeth knock against mine as moans fill the room, his noises mimicking my own as the volume rises, the tension fogging the air with each breath of him I take.
This kiss is everything. It's beyond comparison.
Suddenly, he pulls back and takes a breath. "How's that?" he asks, his blue eyes darkening beyond compare.
I press my mouth back to his and hold him close to me, needing more of him. The scent of cinnamon calms me as I tear at the buttons of his shirt, desperate for his skin.
He lifts me up his body and I lock my legs around his waist, digging my fingers into his hair. Our tongues tango together in a rushed dance of sexual tension.
Rowe sits me down on the edge of the bed, pulling out of the kiss.
"Please, baby. Don't stop," I plead with him.
"I'm not stopping, darling," he says with conviction before giving me a short kiss. He tugs my shorts and my panties down my waist and throws them over his shoulder. "This is okay?" he asks quickly, trailing his kisses up my thigh, lips and his tongue fighting to have my skin.
He's never been more beautiful than he is right now. Completely unhinged.
"More than okay." He flattens his tongue and runs it from my slit all the way to the tip of my clit.
A gurgled moan shoots from my chest as I fall against the bed, gripping his hair tight between my fingers. "Oh, my god!" I cry out in pleasure as he sinks his fingers in and my hips buck against the welcomed intrusion. "Yess!" I whimper as he swirls his tongue around my clit with purpose, sucking it between his lips with urgency.
"Fuck. You taste so good," he growls as he comes up for air. "I don't want to stop."
"Then, don't." I press his head back down to my pussy and he gets right back to it, sucking, licking, biting. He hooks his fingers against my g-spot and I feel my orgasm getting closer and closer. "For the love of god, don't stop. I'm so fucking close. I need to come so bad. Please, baby."
Then, he focuses his tongue directly on my clit, pushing me faster and harder toward my release.
"Fucking come for me, darling," he growls against my bundle of nerves, which sends me screaming over the edge. I can't hold myself up or hold him against me as I ride out my orgasm against his tongue, but he shows no sign of stopping.
Is this why Kai denied me my orgasm before? Did he know it would make me feel so insane with need for Rowe?
"Fuck me," I demand.
His eyes shoot up to mine as he sucks my clit again. I groan with pleasure.
"Please, I want you so bad. I want you inside me, Rowe."
He releases my clit and moves to his feet. I waste no time sitting up and getting to work on his belt, fighting to get to the stiff rod in his jeans.
"Get naked for me," he says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silver package.
"You came prepared," I joke as I pull my crop top over my head before moving onto my bra.
"Just in case." He kisses me as I push his shirt over his shoulders and he shrugs out of the material.
We move back onto the bed and I kiss down his neck as he rolls on the condom, his coarse pubic hairs teasing my thigh as he moves.
Rowe takes my hands in his, lacing his fingers through mine, as he takes my mouth again, his kisses taking a more sensual edge, less rushed. His cock nudges my entrance and my core welcomes him happily. My heart hammers away in my chest as his thumbs caress my own as if saying he has no intention of hurting me, ever.
My heart … soars. There's no other way to describe what I'm feeling. My spirit flies with how loved and cared for Rowe makes me feel.
Like I'm the only thing or person he wants in this world. Like I'm his dream.
Is this what making love feels like? God, it's everything. Whatever this is, I don't want him to ever stop.
