shove my legs apart and his gaze dips down. “Wider.”
Rolling my eyes, I suck in a raspy breath and push wider, the air crashing against my pussy so cold that it makes me realize how wet I am.
“Beautiful,” he comments while unbuckling his belt.
I watch as he slides the leather from his pants in a snapping sound as he pulls it free and then loops it in his hand.
Eyes rounding at what he intends to do with it, I squirm over the mattress.
His eyes flash with an idea. “I think you’d like this, wouldn’t you?”
He drops it on the bed, leaving it there as a taunt while he unbuttons his pants and steps out of them. His erection pushes heavy against his black boxer briefs, popping free when he shoves them off and turns to toss them over the back of the chair where his shirt is.
The muscles in his ass are rock hard, flexing as he moves to face me again.
“Do you approve?”
I’m drooling is what I’m doing, and I was right about the golden color of his skin being natural. There isn’t a tan line on him.
It isn’t fair how beautiful he is. Every feature carved from stone. A predator in both mind and body that has been studying me for so long.
The words fall out of my mouth before I realize what I’m saying. “I want to taste you.”
His eyebrows rise up, his teeth brushing over his bottom lip as his stare drops to my mouth.
“I’m not sure I can trust you not to bite.”
“Please.”
He blinks, and his eyes trap mine again.
Ari climbs onto the bed and crawls up my body, his hand gripping the belt. Straddling my chest, his knees dip the mattress at my sides as he wraps the leather around my throat and pulls the buckle down.
It’s an idle threat, the soft pressure on my neck causing my breath to catch, my nipples to harden.
His cock is right there for me to taste, the tip glimmering, the shaft thick.
“It’s just an insurance policy,” he says as he wraps the end of the belt around his hand. “Bite and I pull.”
I open my mouth, and he slowly dips his cock into my mouth, the salt of his skin a burst of flavor on my tongue, the head driving deeper when I prove I’ll be good.
“Fuck...” He breathes out when I take his length and width, my cheeks sinking in as I suck.
“You really are as dirty as I imagined.”
His hips move as he thrusts inside my mouth, the buckle pinching my skin against my throat, but still I take him as deep as I can, spit leaking from the corner of my lips, his eyes watching as he fucks my face with a rhythm that is sinful.
Damn it. I like the belt. Not that he’s pulled it tight, but just the threat of it. The control.
Ari pulls out when I’m struggling to breathe around the girth of him, his eyes staring down at me with pure, ravenous lust.
There is something so dark in his expression that I can’t blink, can’t tear my eyes from the beauty of this dangerous man above me.
“You are such a tempting creature.”
I shiver at the depth of his voice, the rugged edge of it.
He pulls the belt from my neck and moves down my body, slaps it over my tits, and I cry out from the sensation. My nipples tingle, and I arch my back, demanding more.
Instead, he grips a nipple between his teeth and sucks so hard I pull at my restraints, my fingers curling against the straps as he moves to the other breast.
Another bite on the side of my breast, and I know he’s marking me again. But I don’t care. He can mark every inch of me as long as he promises not to stop.
My skin tingles when he pulls his mouth away, his patience back in play as he nips at my stomach, dips his tongue in my navel and works his way down.
Shoving my legs apart farther, he breathes me in again before covering me with his mouth to thrust his tongue inside me.
I moan, my entire body rolling as his fingers trap my clit, his tongue teasing the walls of my opening.
“God, please just fuck me already.”
He looks up and grins. “So eager.”
I stare down at him, not giving a damn how desperate I seem.
“If you don’t shove your cock in me in the next three seconds I swear to God, I’ll find