Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,86

small, warm tongue, making him groan.

“Mine,” she punctuated finally with a playful nip that Ramses felt all the way in his full, heavy balls.

As if she knew it too, one of her hands snaked down his torso to his groin, her fingers wrapping around his scrotum in a tight, unyielding grip.

“Mine,” she practically growled.

“Yours,” he gritted out, her fiery touch branding him.

Keeping her hold of his rocks, she moved on from his tortured chest to nuzzle her face in the crook of his neck, along his jaw, before inhaling deeply under his arm where his scent was concentrated.

“Hmm,” the sound vibrated through her throat, “I love the way you smell.”

Ramses tried to shift beneath her, his body burning from her daring, devilish touches and tantalizing words. But whatever magic she used held firm, keeping him unnaturally still. Save the arch of his spine and the nudge of his hips.

All he could do was feel. And hear. And smell. But he couldn’t really move.

It was killing him not to move. Not to take control.

And then, she pushed his shirt as far as it would go with his arms still trapped behind his head. She pushed the fabric over his face, until they almost hid his eyes.

She paused and looked down at him, a bright blue fire in her normally serene gaze.

“Now, Alend Ramses, I will take all of you.”

Her core muscles clenched strongly around him, while her hand squeezed his heavy pouch.

His spine snapped taut at the torturous, delicious burn of her command, his hips bucking to seek relief.

But she merely tightened her grip and refused to relinquish control. He couldn’t achieve the friction he needed imprisoned like this. Pleasure or pain, she would be the one to give it to him. He could only lie there and take it.

Chest heaving, he returned her challenging gaze, drowning in the dark pools of her fully-blown pupils. He blinked once in acquiescence and watched the thin blue ring of fire around her pupils burn even hotter.

His blood in her veins, his heart in her hand, his cock in her core, his soul in her eyes—she took all of him.

Both hands kneaded strongly across his body as she began to ride him in earnest.

She squeezed his bulging biceps and traced the raised veins.

“Mine,” she growled.

“Yours,” he answered.

She thumbed his nipples and raked her fingernails down his sides, leaning low without losing her slow, deep rhythm to lick a wet strip from sternum to chin.

Her fingers tangled in his black curls and held his head still as her lower body ground down with twisting rotations, stealing his breath.

Staring fixedly at his mouth, she whispered with something like reverence, “Mine.”

“Then take it,” he whispered back.

And somehow, his invitation for her to take his mouth was even more intimate than her taking of his sex below.

Her eyes flicked up to his.

She knew this. She understood what it meant to him.

The joining of their bodies was part of Mating. They could blame it on his need to heal with her blood, or her addiction to his body because of the Blood Contract. The confounding, irresistible chemistry between them that had been there from the first.

But a kiss was different. A kiss was completely by choice. His choice to give to her, and her choice to take it.

She did.

Tenderly, she pressed her plump red lips to his and licked the seam of his mouth with her shy, wet tongue.

He parted his lips to give her better access, and she entered him with a voluptuous swoop, as she clenched tightly around his sex below.

She stroked his tongue with her own, sucking him into her mouth and delving back into his. Over and over, she came into him, her tongue undulating with the rise and fall of his hips as he pumped slowly and deeply against her core.

“Taste so good,” she slurred the words into his mouth, drunk on the feel of him.

Her hands left his hair, roved back down his body, to grasp one hard globe of his ass in each palm, her fingernails digging into his skin as she squeezed him tight.

“All mine,” she breathed into him, sucking on his tongue, clenching around his tortured cock.

“Yours,” he echoed, thrusting as far as he could into her with the small movements she allowed him.

And suddenly, it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

“Release me,” he growled, turning his face slightly away, making her chase him with her mouth.

“No,” she said in a mulish tone. “Having too much fun.”

“Eveline…” he warned darkly, bucking