Beauty In Her Madness (Winterland Tale #3) - Stacey Marie Brown Page 0,32
be punished.” He pulled my jacket away from my body, his fingers skating down, stopping at the waist of my jeans.
“Punished?” I swallowed, my throat barely letting the word out.
“You destroyed everything.” He popped the top button on my jeans, speeding up my heart and lungs. A voice far in the back screamed at me to stop, that this was wrong. Still, my mouth didn’t open. A deeper blissful sensation of hot and cold trailed over my stomach as he went lower, skating along the waistband of my knickers. “Over twelve years I’ve waited for revenge,” he rumbled, his anger only sparking more desire into my veins. His touch was teasing, but not venturing where I wanted it to. “And you’re going to let me, aren’t you, Dinah?”
A noise came from my throat, my back arching, needing more.
Stop this! Shove him away, Dinah. Run! My sound judgment screamed at me, but it fizzled out as his fingers drifted over the fabric of my underwear, forcing my teeth to bite into my bottom lip.
His jaw twitched, his look peeling at my bones, watching me as his fingers pushed underneath the cloth. He dipped lower, but stopped, hovering right above, waiting for me to answer him, push him away. I should have. I knew it, but my head no longer was attached, his touch making me irrational and crazy with need.
“Yes,” I hissed, my hips pressing into his hand. I no longer cared if the students walked by or that we were outside barely a few feet from my class. “Please.”
A growl came from his throat before he parted me, gliding between the folds, hitting every nerve ending. A sharp gasp came from me, my back arching. The need was so intense I couldn’t even think…I only felt. My body sizzled, my core throbbing as his thumb rolled over the bundle of nerves. Every touch was electric, hot and cold, and hit me so deep my knees dipped, my muscles quaking like my system was being overloaded.
Pushing me harder into the wall, his fingers plunged deep inside, pumping.
“Oh god!” I heard myself cry out, my head tipping back, my hips bucking.
“Fuck, little one.” His voice thick and coarse. “You weren’t supposed to feel this good. Fuck…so tight, wet, and warm. I can feel you.” His knee parted me wider as he went deeper and harder, his other hand sliding under my sweater, his fingers flicking at my nipple.
Fire. I was on fire. Burning everywhere. And I wanted more. To be consumed by the flames.
His free hand moved over my bare skin, the mix of hot and cold feeling like the most delicious pleasure and pain. His thumb rubbed into my core as he pumped two fingers into me, rubbing along my walls and curling into a spot that made my legs give out. Ramming me into the wall to keep me up, loud moans huffed from my gut, broken and wild.
After five years of having sex with only one person, Scott and I knew each other’s bodies well, but I could honestly say sex or foreplay with Scott had never affected me this way. This was feral and ruthless, making me forget everything but drowning in the high—chasing after it like a savage beast. And this was basic foreplay stuff we did at fifteen. So why did it feel so different, so intense, it devoured me whole, leaving nothing but bones in its wake?
Wet and needy, I felt myself gripping and throbbing around his fingers, my climax barreling for me. He sucked in deeply, grunting. The sound of him moving inside me echoed off the brick walls, arching my back and turning me on.
“More... harder,” I demanded, the raw need not sounding like me.
He chuckled, a smirk stretching his features, sliding out of me. A cruel sneer twitched the side of his face as he put his fingers in his mouth, sucking the taste of me off. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“Wait!” Desperation echoed, my thighs aching for release, my body crying out for his return. “I wasn’t done.”
“Bad girls don’t get to finish, little Liddell.” He nipped my ear before he took a step back, his face still deep in the shadows. He swiveled and went around the corner, leaving my body aching painfully and pissed off.
No. No. No. No. Hell no.
“Wait!” I barked, running around the corner, his figure walking a few feet in front of me. I grabbed his arm, whipping him to face me.