UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,23
knees buckle, all of the muscles in my entire body tighten and my eyes stare at him in shock.
Mountain grins down at me, his hand leaving my hair to press his palm against the center of my back and hold me up.
“Babe.” He chuckles.
Licking my lips, I lift my head and look into his dark dancing eyes. He’s grinning down at me, but there is a heat in his gaze that cannot be mistaken. He wants more, and honestly, so do I. His fingers curl inside of me, rubbing me on the inside and I gasp.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice rough. “You’re sweeter than I thought,” he mutters.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, all of that false bravado and sex kitten totally gone. It just left my body with my orgasm. He tilts his head to the side, sucking in a breath through his teeth.
“Mountain?” I ask. He jerks his chin, but doesn’t say anything. “I want more,” I breathe.
“Yeah, mi reina.”
MOUNTAIN
Something isn’t right. There is something very fucking off about her. Wrapping my arms around her, I carry her into my childhood bedroom. I haven’t ventured into the other bedrooms, unsure of what I’ll find. Eventually, I’ll have to clear out the master for her, this is going to be her place, at least until I’m done with her.
Slowly, she slides down my body until her feet touch the ground. I watch as she strips out of her clothes hurriedly and I don’t like that. There is something inside of me that urges me to slowly strip her of her clothes and watch as all of that creamy skin becomes exposed for my eyes only.
I expect her to come back to me, undress me, and relieve my cock from being in my denim. She doesn’t. Instead, she climbs onto the bed, her back to me and slowly lowers her chest, tipping her ass high in the air.
“Leighton?” I ask, completely confused by the actions.
I mean, I enjoy doggy style like any other red-blooded American man, gay or straight. That’s not what this is though. This isn’t about the position, this is about her past, about her sexual abuse, which I now know she has no doubt been exposed to.
She doesn’t speak. In fact, her body is frozen in its place. Deciding that I can’t fuck her like that, there’s just no way. Maybe one day, when she’s ready to tell me exactly what the fuck her father had done to her. But that’s not today.
Stripping out of my own clothes, I toss everything onto my floor and make my way toward her. Hesitantly, I reach forward, palming her upper thighs and sliding my hands up her ass and toward the sides of her waist.
Without speaking, I grip her waist tightly, gently pulling her upright. “You want it like this, babe? You don’t want to see my face?” I ask softly, touching my mouth to the side of her neck.
“I don’t know,” she admits, her voice so soft and sweet that it almost doesn’t even sound like her.
This is probably the point of the night that I should walk away from her. That I should set her free, but I don’t, I won’t, I can’t. I want her too fucking badly, there’s a pull that I’ve never felt before, not even when I was fully fucking obsessed with Gabriella.
Wrapping one of my hands around the front of her throat, I slip the other around her waist, diving my hand between her legs. I glide my fingers through her folds, circling her clit over and over until her body relaxes, until she lets out a moan and until her hips start to move beneath my touch.
Keeping my fingers at just her clit, I shift my hips and slowly push inside of her. Her body freezes for a moment, but she doesn’t say anything or push me away. Once I’m completely inside of her, I still my body, my fingers continuing to rub against her clit.
She turns her head, her lips brushing the underside of my jaw. Her hips jerk, then slowly, she starts to move. I let her fuck me while I continue to play with her, my fingers flexing and loosening against her throat.
Her lips don’t move from my jaw, her breath fanning over my skin as she begins to move faster, her hips jerking and rolling to her own rhythm. I watch her tits bounce, vowing that next time I’m inside of her, she’s going to ride