Pure Destiny (PureDark Ones #12) - Aja James Page 0,77
He was such a tightly controlled man. So honorable and selfless. Restrained. But when he was with her, his rules didn’t apply.
She loved that she could make him lawless.
She crawled a little more over his body, pressing down so that she dragged her drenched pussy over his fists, coating his hands with her wetness, just to make sure he knew exactly how badly she wanted him. And if he asked nicely, all that hot, liquid silk would be wrapped tightly around him where he needed her the most.
But he merely locked his jaw and held her stare.
Hmm…he was a tough nut to crack. Her inner beast sharpened its claws in anticipation.
When she hovered directly above the engorged head of him, she ground down to take the tip inside.
His breath stopped; his chest froze.
She let him go with a wet pop from her greedy little pussy.
He huffed an exhale.
She ground down again and swiveled, then released him with another slurpy suction.
His nostrils flared, as his upper lip curled to reveal his gritted teeth.
On and on, she tormented him, working just the sensitive, fat head of him into her tight channel in an unrushed, methodical series of undulations.
“Sophia…” he warned, his voice frayed and guttural.
“Beg me,” she demanded.
He stayed silent.
“Have it your way,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant, but couldn’t manage to keep the evil glee from her voice.
She rose up and crawled some more. Supporting her weight on her elbows and knees, she hovered her face an inch above his, her body’s nearness making his shiver with awareness though she made sure that they didn’t touch.
“You’re so sensitive everywhere, Dalair,” she murmured over his mouth, her own so close they shared one breath.
She leaned down to worry the pebble of his taut nipple between her teeth, making his pecs jump, all of the muscles in his torso tightening into corrugated steel.
“You sense everything more strongly than anyone else,” she said low, compassion and sadness making her voice quaver.
“It must have been torture to keep all that locked up. Buried. Trapped in a mindless shell.”
He gave an abrupt shake of his head and communicated through thought, the words too raw to say out loud.
I feel too much. It hurts too much. I…wanted to disappear. I should have fought the turning harder. I didn’t.
Her eyes softened; even her monster whimpered in empathy for her tortured, broken warrior.
“You did what you could,” she told him firmly. “You fought valiantly, and despite everything they did, you won. We won. I love that you feel so strongly, my beautiful supernova. It’s what helped me to bring you back, I am certain of it.”
He paused for a moment, and then echoed with some amusement, “Supernova?”
She grinned a toothy Cheshire grin.
“Oh yes. Beneath all that stoicism and reserve, you’re a brilliant star pulsing with life. You just need the right trigger to set you off. I happily volunteer my services,” she hummed.
“I love it when you explode, implode, just so I can put all your particles back together and make you do it again.”
His breath hitched when she rubbed her lips softly over his parted mouth.
“And again. And again. And again…”
“Are you planning to fulfill these promises this century?” he grunted.
She darted her tongue out to lick his upper lip before biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Little savage,” he rasped.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” she whispered darkly as she sucked on his bruise.
“I’m going to put all those hyper-senses to work very shortly. Are you ready for me?”
“You haven’t tested them enough yet?” he asked archly, and she thought she heard his heart stutter a beat.
“Oh baby,” she nipped his chin playfully, “that was just foreplay.”
“Fuck me,” he groaned, a rough exhalation that wasn’t meant to be an invitation.
But that didn’t stop her from interpreting the gritty sound as such.
“Beg me sweetly and I will,” she taunted in a sing-song voice.
“Sadist,” he accused.
Wicked, womanly laughter was his only response.
Deftly, she reversed her crouch above him until she was facing his groin, her own arched above his face, her thighs on either side of his head.
Automatically, his hands moved to hold her hips, bring her closer. He wanted her pussy to ride his face. He wanted to penetrate her with his tongue and devour her desire. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too.
But later.
Right now, she focused completely on his pleasure. So, she stalled his hands with her own, pulling them back to the base of his cock and balls.