nerve endings until I whimpered huskily beneath him. My hands lifted, testing the muscles of his stomach, brushing my fingertips over the washboard abs that I wanted—no, craved to wash myself on. Was that a thing? It should have been.
Torrin inspected my face for an answer to his question. I smiled sleepily, rocking against his hardened cock. His fingers twisted my nipple, watching as my eyes grew hooded with need, and a whimpered gasp of desire exploded from my lungs with the pain he promised and offered.
“I don’t want you,” I whispered, reaching between us as he started to back up slowly.
I grabbed his cock, stroking the silken shaft while he hissed. Torrin released a violent shiver, his hands slowly exploring my tits. My thumb ran over the silken top, smearing his arousal over the rounded head. The woman and warrior inside me fought for who would be the victor of the battle waging within me. Torrin growled like a starving beast, staring into my soul, waging a silent confrontation with what my heart knew would win.
He hovered above me, holding his weight up with his hands pushing against the mattress, caging my body in beneath the wall of muscles. I watched his face, enjoying the tic in his cheek that hammered wildly from my touch. Torrin’s heady stare made his eyes appear darker with unrestrained lust.
He didn’t pull away from my touch, watching me unhurriedly rocking my hips while I held his rigid length against my clit. He was hugely endowed, much larger than I’d ever held or taken before. I couldn’t close my fist around the width of his cock, which sent both excitement and fear pulsing through me. Torrin’s muscles bunched tightly at his neck, clenching while I worked my hand faster, and I noted the way his shoulders braced and tightened while he studied my unguarded, dark soul.
Trembling, I lifted my mouth for his, needing to taste him. He didn’t give me what I wanted. Instead, he held his mouth further away from mine, watching me chase his lips. Torrin pulled back, and I followed him up, pushing him over onto his back as he glared up at me.
“If I were you, I’d stop before you end up fucked, Lexia,” he rumbled gutturally, causing a smirk to spread playfully over my lips. His voice was sex and lust, both dripping into my soul with a need to make him crawl through glass for the orgasm he craved.
“Lie back and shut up, Torrin,” I ordered, watching the muscle in his jaw pulse at being given a command. In his position, I was betting no one had the balls to demand anything of this man. No one but me, and I was enjoying the darkness that entered his pretty frost-colored eyes from being ordered around.
Torrin opened his mouth to argue, but my head dropped, and I slid my tongue over the stiff length of the sensitive side of his shaft, stealing a sharp hiss from him. Peering up to hold his stare, I worked my tongue in small, calculated circles, daring him to tell me to stop. Smiling at him in victory, I sucked the sensitive side of his cock between my teeth, holding his hungry glare. I leaned over, pushing the curtain of my hair away from my face to kiss the hard, etched lines of his abdomen with my tongue. He tasted like a sin that I wanted to know, like a tattoo on my soul, so fucking deep that he’d always be there.
His languid eyes emboldened me, making me want to learn every hard line of his stomach. I nipped his skin, biting just hard enough to leave a red mark, and his eyes narrowed, growing hooded with the show of teeth I’d given him. My tongue slid over the skin I’d pinched between my teeth as my hand tightened on his length, moaning hungrily when I released the skin.
“You’re about to end up fucking wrecked,” Torrin snapped.
I sat up slowly, sliding my hand down my belly to tease my core before pushing my fingers into it while he watched. My gaze flicked to his mouth, watching him sucking his lips clean while I shivered at the intensity of his fiery glare. I then lifted my hand to his heated mouth that scorched my fingers while he sucked them slowly, working his tongue around them without lowering his eyes.
I lifted his cock, and licked around the tip methodically. Torrin sat back on his elbows, studying