Page 29 of Deadly Sacrifice

I swallow past the growing nerves trying to stop me. If I never do anything else just for me, then I’ll at least know I had this one night. I won’t miss it. “Kiss me,” I breathe as I walk around his tall, lean body and face him. With my palms pressed to his chest, reveling in the heat coming off of him in waves, our bodies inches apart, I add, “And don’t stop there. Show me all the colors. Submerge me until I drown in them.”

Creed lets his axe drop to the dirt at our feet, holding my gaze with an intensity that could set me on fire. Slowly, he raises his hands, one winding around my waist to pull me flush against his body and the other cupping my jaw and tilting my chin up. “Be sure,” he rasps, studying me with blatant hunger. “Be absolutely positive, because once I start, I won’t stop. I’ll take what I want.”

Maybe somewhere in the very back of my mind, an alarm is blaring. Maybe I should take his words for the clear warning they are. But I don’t listen to anything except the lust pooling between my legs.

With a nervous tremble in my voice, I whisper, “Kiss me.”

He exhales, long and heavy, like I’ve just set something free inside of him and he’s acquainting himself with his inner beast. Then he kisses me, just like I asked. His grip is firm and demanding, his lips and tongue pillaging and dominant. The soft, clean scent he always carries surrounds me, and the taste of him — mint and beer and pure man — explodes on my tongue as it dances with his.

Creed is everything I never knew I would crave in a man.

He groans when I wind my arms around his neck, fisting one hand through his unreasonably soft tresses. He’s so tall that I’m straining on my tiptoes to chase his mouth. In the next second, though, that’s not an issue.

Without breaking our heated frenzy of a kiss, he bends and scoops me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, delighting in the hard bulge behind his jeans that presses right against my aching clit. My back hits a tree, but I barely feel the scratch of the bark. My focus is locked on the way Creed presses into me, rolling his hips in a sensual wave as he leaves my lips and trails his mouth down my neck. I whimper, clawing at his back and arching into the sensation.

As he kisses, sucks, and bites — undoubtedly leaving marks that I’ll be mortified to show on campus — he leisurely trails one hand over my curves. Over my clothes, he cups one breast, briefly as if he can’t settle in one place for too long. Then he moves lower, tracing the dip of my waist and the roundness of my hip, until he reaches back to palm my ass.

With his possessive grip, he rocks me forward, forcing me to grind against his dick. My breath hitches, and after a moment, I take over the motion on my own, desperate to feel whatever he’s offering.

Creed lifts his head, dropping his forehead to mine. We’re both panting, sharing the same air, as we gaze into the other’s eyes, and something about it is so painfully intimate.

“Touch me,” I whimper, leaning forward to steal another kiss. It’s addicting, the way his lips burn mine with a startling perfectness.

Creed growls from deep in his throat, ravaging my mouth while he slides his hand down the front of my leggings. He’s not hesitant or polite or gentlemanly. Skilled fingers seek out my clit without a second thought, drawing demanding circles over it until he’s dragging ragged moans from me.

“Oh god,” I breathe out as I pull my lips away and lean my head back on the tree. No guy has ever touched me. Not like this. It’s a completely different experience when it’s someone else’s hand drawing out my pleasure.

“Fucking hell, you’re soaked,” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning over my face. When I force my eyes open and meet his fiery gaze, he smirks, slipping his fingers lower. “You gonna come for me in the middle of the woods, Ember? I want to hear you scream. I know you can do it.”

I shake my head, and then nod, so lost in his touch that I can’t even make sense of what he’s asking. Not until he clicks his tongue in disapproval, slowly withdrawing his fingers from my aching pussy.

“Yes!” I cry, grabbing his wrist and halting him before he can pull free of my pants. “I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t stop,” I add breathlessly.

Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. “Oh, Prudence, baby,” he muses, a wicked smirk lifting his lips. “You’ll regret saying that.”

“I don’t care,” I say, looking right into his eyes so he knows I mean it. “I don’t give a damn about what happens tomorrow. Just make me feel something tonight.”

Creed curses and slams his lips to mine again as he presses a finger into me. Not deep, just enough to collect the slick arousal from my core. With his finger wet — soaked, more like — he eases it back out and runs it up my pussy to my clit, where he draws merciless circles.

I gasp and buck into his touch, rolling my hips and adding to the delicious rhythm.

“I can’t wait to taste this needy pussy,” he rasps between nibbles up and down my neck. “I bet you come so prettily, Ember. Show me, baby. Let me see what rapture looks like on you,” he says, leaning back enough to capture me with his heated, lust-drunk eyes. “Come for me,” he demands in a rough tone, adding more pressure on my clit.

Holy fuck. I can’t stop myself from diving right over that cliff seconds later. Everything in me squeezes tight and then snaps, and I’m pretty sure I scream out his name as I slam my eyes shut and rock into his hand.

Creed works me through my orgasm, watching me and praising me until I’m done, sagging against his chest and panting. “Such a good fucking girl,” he whispers, his voice like gravel, easing his hand from my leggings. “Look at me.”

I do, lifting my head and falling into his amber eyes. My heart is beating erratically, and my lungs burn from all the heavy breathing, but I’ve never felt better. My pussy is tingling with aftershocks of the best climax I’ve ever had, and I think I would let him fuck me right here in the middle of the woods if he asked right now.

He doesn’t. But what he does instead may be even hotter.

Holding his wet finger in the space between our mouths, he holds my gaze while he licks one side, rumbling with approval. “So sweet,” he murmurs. “Open your mouth.”

I don’t even have it in me to question him or think about it. I let my lips fall open, and in the next second, he’s pushing his finger into my mouth, making me taste what’s left of my arousal. I close my mouth around his finger and suck, fighting the urge to let my eyes roll back out of pleasure. Sure, I taste good, I guess. But what’s getting me so worked up all over again is the eye contact Creed holds with me. His pupils are blown wide and his lips are parted as he watches me suck his finger clean.

Creed pushes his finger deeper, pulls it back, and pushes it in again, as if he’s fucking my mouth. I choke when he hits the back of my throat, and the wicked grin he gives me could make me come again. “I’m a gentleman tonight, remember?” he teases as he pulls his finger free and swipes his thumb beneath my lip to collect the drool there. “I won’t shove my cock down your throat just yet. But that’s what it’ll feel like when I do.”

I swallow roughly. “Something to look forward to then,” I tell him, surprised by the sultry tone to my voice.

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