Royally Chosen Christmas (Royal Sons MC #7) - Elle Boon Page 0,53
naked while he was completely clothed. “Scott, can we discuss this later?”
“No, we’re negotiating.”
A snort she tried to stop burst from her. “There is no negotiating going on. You’re telling me this and that, and I’m to agree. That’s how you work.”
He shrugged, continuing his kissing that had her melting beneath him.
“They only wanted to come over when they knew you were home. There I said it.” If her arms had been free, she’d have crossed them over her chest.
“It wouldn’t have mattered if they’d have come over. I wouldn’t have noticed anyone but you.” He came to rest by her face, nipping her earlobe. “How do your arms feel?”
She rolled her shoulders. “Fine.”
“I need you to let me know if you have any discomfort. My first priority is to see to you. If you start to feel your circulation is cut off, or your fingers tingle, you tell me immediately. I want you to feel only pleasure. I get off on knowing you are enjoying what I’m doing to you, not on hurting you, unless that is what I intend.
Relief nearly swamped her until the last of his words hit her. “What do you mean, unless you intend to harm me?”
“If you do something that requires me to discipline you, then you nor I will like it,” he said with finality.
“What about you? What if you need punishment?”
Scott leaned down, rubbing his nose with her. “I’d love to see you try to put me over your knee, pourri. Now, if you’re done talking, I’d love to start pleasuring you.”
He breathed a puff of air over her neck, then kissed her. If she’d wanted to demand more answers, he swept every sane thought away with his masterful mouth. As a child, she’d been drawn to his protectiveness, but now as a woman, she was drawn to everything that was dominant about him. She wasn’t going to pretend anymore. Feeling his hands stroke over her, his slight beard brushing over her skin, leaving his marks on her, had her primed for him.
His lips kissed her pulse, tongue sliding across her collarbone. With each kiss and lick, she fell under his spell, knowing no other man would ever, could ever compare to Scott. Not that any ever had.
A ragged moan burst out of her as his lips enclosed her nipple, sucking hard then nipping on it before doing the same to the other. Her breasts had always been sensitive, yet laying under him, they felt as though he’d hooked electricity up to them, shooting little sparks straight to her clit with each pull from his mouth.
“Jesus, I love your mouth,” she groaned.
“Mmm, I’m not Jesus, but I do love your tittays.” He grinned around the flesh in his mouth while she laughed. Scott flicked the tip with his tongue, his hands moving with expertise precision.
Her laughter was silenced as he trailed a hand down her center, plunging a finger inside her. God, he didn’t even give her time to realize what he was going to do before pumping a finger inside her core and adding a second. Her hips lifted, begging him silently.
Scott pulled back, removing his lips and fingers. “Damn, you really are incredible.”
She was about to beg him to come back to her but stopped short in disbelief, or maybe it was stunned shock. Watching him lift his fingers to his mouth, sucking the digits he’d had inside her into his mouth, with his eyes locked on her face. She’d never seen a man take such pleasure in her like him. He said she was incredible, but it was him who was beyond all she’d ever dreamed to find.
Her body was primed, needy.
“Please.”
SCOTT MOVED AWAY FROM Talena, easing her thighs farther apart. He wanted to make her come but knew he’d be in her in three seconds if he did that. Instead he pulled away, moving quickly so he could fasten her legs to the ends of the bed. With her body flushed with arousal and need, he figured all he’d have to do was flick her clit a few times, and she’d come, but he didn’t want that, not yet.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking care of my woman, my dear.” He grinned, loving the way her eyes narrowed. His little woman was trying her hardest to be a good sub, but he was pushing her.
“What do you need me to do?” She pulled at the leather straps holding her legs apart, jerking them one at a time.