Grievous (Wanted Men #5) - Nancy Haviland Page 0,65

breath as heat poured out from her core.

“Round and round.”

“Yes…yes…”

As heaven came racing toward her, he slowed and pushed back to dabble in the wetness he’d created.

“Bastard,” she whispered, shaking. She should have known. Should have expected it.

“Nothing so good is ever that easy. You should know this.”

Another lick to his finger and back he went to torture her some more. He rolled around and around, driving her higher and higher.

Only to let her hang on the very edge once again by withdrawing.

“Stop that!” Her stomach muscles were crunching so tight she was getting a cramp. “Let me have it!” She tried to stop her hips from writhing but couldn’t.

“You will not give me what I want; why should I give in to you.”

“I will. I’ll be good. Promise. Swear on my macchiato. Let me come, Lucian.”

His fingertip. Her clit. More pressure.

“Let this little pussy go now, my pet. Let her please her master. Allow her to break so she weeps on my fingers. Round and round…until the tether snaps and she creams—”

She was blindsided by the power of her orgasm. Already sightless, she lost sound as it made her its bitch, beating on her harder than ever when Lucian pushed his fingers back to impale her. She cried out and tried to ride him when he finally worked his way into her.

“Jesus Christ, you have the tightest little cunt when you come,” he murmured. “Tight and fiery.” He pushed higher into her. “Pulling me deeper into you.” He withdrew until he was almost free of her clasp. Then sunk in deep again. “You are too beautiful when you give me this. It makes me regret that I must mar this perfect skin now.”

And so it went on. Yasmeen should have known even if he’d given her a week; there was no way she could have prepared herself for Lucian’s brand of punishment. He was meticulous, thorough, and deliciously cruel.

He brought in toys, using what she soon realized was a flogger on the backs of her thighs and legs. He didn’t whip her but drove her crazy by hesitating just long enough, and lashing just hard enough for her to yelp every time the leather tassels connected, the tips stinging just right. He slathered her perspiration slicked body with oil, then demonstrated it was edible by licking and sucking at her skin while using his fingers and tongue to knead, pinch, penetrate, and stroke her until tears were pushing into her eyes. It was completely unnecessary when he turned a vibrator on and sealed the fucking thing to the back of her vagina.

“I don’t need that,” she wailed just before a powerful climax tackled her. Her body shook as her muscles seized. “I need your cock now, Lucian! Are you naked yet? Did you take your pants off? Get me down…give me that big, beautiful cock…let me feel it…let me ride it. Please!”

A change in the air around her let her know he’d stood, and then she was cursing at the feel of his silky cockhead separating her pussy lips as he pushed through. Their hips met, and she felt his bare skin brush against the inside of her thighs.

“Oh, shit, yes. So naked,” she moaned as he rubbed his chest against her nipples. God, he felt huge between her legs. “Let me see you. I love looking at you. Please, Lucian. Get it inside me. Fuck me with it. Right now.” She tried to sink down. To shift. To move at all so she could get him where she needed him most. And wailed quietly when he denied her.

“Not yet.” He stole her anchor by moving back. Not far, because she could still feel his body heat and hear how he was displacing the air, but far enough so that he was no longer touching her.

She jerked, rattling the chains when he separated her pussy lips again. A shocked cry split the air when he swatted the screaming bunch of nerves at the top of her slit. “Lucian!” Another landed on her clit before two sharp slaps met her inner thigh.

“The riding crop we spoke about earlier,” he rasped before he sealed his hot mouth to her pussy.

“Jesus Chriiist!” Her third orgasm bore down and ripped into her, resonating almost painfully from her center out. “Yes! Oh, God! I need you, goddammit!” She shook her head, flicking away the sweat pouring off her. “Get this…fucking thing off my eyes…so I can…watch what you’re doing to me! Oh, fuck…” Her