Road To Fire (Broken Crown Trilogy #1) - Maria Luis Page 0,88

of my sex.

I cede all control. Release my knees and crank my body up on the sofa so I can sink my fingers into his hair and scrape my nails down the back of his skull. He wraps a big hand around my thigh, splitting me wider. From this angle, there’s nothing but the top of his head and the muscles playing in his back as he kneels on the carpet, his face still buried between my legs.

He’s winding me up like a mechanical toy. Torturing me with every drive of his tongue and every sure thrust of his fingers. Never have I felt this way. Never have I felt so wanted.

“It’s too good,” I moan, swaying my hips forward to chase the pleasure. “Saxon, please—”

Another finger. It’s a tight fit, almost too tight, but then he eases the pressure by withdrawing, then slipping his tongue against my entrance. Crude. Vulgar. Clutching his head, I feel my entire body vibrate around him.

I need him to know what he does to me. I need him to know that there is no other man who has ever made me feel this way, like I’m coming out of my skin.

“Touch yourself.”

The words come from me, dirty and desperately hoarse.

He pauses. Lifts his head. “You want to watch.”

It’s not a question, and I wouldn’t do him the disservice of lying anyway. There are too many already—or, at least, one really, really big one—and isn’t this what I asked for? The truth? His and mine?

I dip my chin. Then, “I want to watch.”

Nostrils flaring with lust, Saxon grasps my legs and plants my feet down on the carpet. He shucks off his joggers as he stands, kicking the material away. Yes. Yes. My gaze is rooted on his hard-on when I hear him mutter, “Then I’ll give you a show that you won’t soon forget.”

One second I’m sucking in air and the next Saxon’s hand is cupping the back of my neck, his other choking the base of his erection.

He stands so close that the tip grazes my mouth.

My eyes go wide, darting up to his. Feral. Demanding. That pale gaze sears me alive. And, as though he’s demanding that I repay the favor, I plant my foot on the sofa. Place my fingers between my legs to find myself throbbing and achy, just as Saxon’s tight grip slides up his length and twists the plump crown.

As his hips pulse forward, I lick the head.

Because it’s there.

No, because it’s Saxon.

My heart races in my chest and my fingers delve between my folds to sink in deep. I thrust them in time with the way he fists his cock with angry, aggressive strokes that leave me panting. His abdominal muscles tighten, and a groan wrenches from his throat as I watch come leak from his slit. I want to lick it away. Before I’m given the chance, he runs his palm over the head, smearing it, and then dragging his fist down to the root.

It’s lewd.

Brutal.

And the stuff my dreams are made of.

“I can hear you,” he grits out, his thumb sweeping up to my jaw. “How wet you are around your fingers.”

I curl them, my head falling back into his hand to let him cradle the weight. Then I turn, slightly, and bite the tip of his thumb, never taking my eyes off the show before me. I want him to come across my chest—or in my mouth. I’ve never swallowed before, but I would for him. Gladly. Eagerly. “Saxon. Saxon, I want you to—”

His guttural voice breaks me off: “Would you be that wet around me?”

“Yes.”

He doesn’t need further encouragement.

His hands fit under my armpits to lift me up, but as I feel him turning me around, I stay him with a palm to his chest. Over the feathered scars that speak to so much horror. I meet his hot gaze. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see you.”

“Christ.”

But he doesn’t say no.

Hauling me off the sofa, he links his hands under my thighs and props me up on the hard back. My legs wrap around his waist, hands landing on his shoulders. I graze my thumb over the water-colored edge of his tattoo.

Brows drawn together, he mutters, “You’ll regret this.”

I won’t regret him—ever. Me and Saxon, we were never meant to be, but that doesn’t stop me from soaking him up and breathing him in.

“Take me,” I whisper, reaching between us to line up his cock with my core. “And I’ll let