Violence (Antihero Inferno #3) - Lily White Page 0,110
moving quickly to hold my weight, his mouth crashing against mine, demanding my lips to part.
And it burns, my scalp on fire from how tight he holds my hair, the violence of it drifting down my body to ignite all the places that need him.
A hand on my lower back yanks me against him, his teeth punishing my bottom lip when they sink down.
His voice is a gritty command against my mouth. “Open up, Em. This is the last time I’ll ask.”
I clench my thighs together and shake my head, even against the tight hold he has on my hair, even knowing it won’t stop him. I rebel to awaken the part of him that gives me no choice.
“Fuck, beautiful, you drive me crazy.”
Our foreheads press together, my gaze drifting down to where he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down his legs.
Gripping his cock, he pumps slowly, the head glistening with precum, the skin tight and deep red as he strokes the thick shaft.
My eyes lift to meet his, and what I see is feral.
“Warned you.”
My eyes round as he forces me down until I’m on hands and knees, the head of his cock pressed against my lips until I open, and he sinks inside my mouth. I stretch my jaw wider, my tongue running along the bottom of the shaft as my lips close around him.
His fingers don’t loosen their hold on my hair, his hips beginning their dance as he fucks my face to take what I wouldn’t give him between my legs.
I don’t mind at all.
In this way, I drive him crazy, my back arching, my ass in the air, my fingers fisting the sheets beneath me as he grunts his pleasure above my head.
“Fuck, Em, just like that. Damn it.”
His hips buck harder, a tear slipping free of my eye, not from sorrow but from the struggle it is to breathe around how full my mouth is. I’m all spit and teeth, tongue and lips, and he’s attempting to control himself, but failing miserably at the effort.
There is no control when he gets like this, and it’s exactly how I want him.
Fingernails scrape up my spine, the slight burn only making me wetter, the beast I know hides behind this man’s cold fury rising to the surface.
He’s close, so damn close to coming that he pulls out of my mouth and lifts me back to my knees to taste himself on my tongue. His body moves as he kicks the jeans from his legs, the kiss broken when he flips me over and shoves my body down until I’m practically bowing.
When he drops to his knees behind me, the heat of his mouth covering my pussy, I moan into the mattress, my body jerking with every nip of his teeth, every slide of his tongue, the press of his nose against wet, swollen flesh as he breathes me in.
Yet my knees are still together. I haven’t opened for him once and he still has the ability to drive me over a sensual edge.
Just when he has me shivering at the precipice of a release, he stops, his slick lips sliding down the back of my thigh, his teeth biting down to mark me again as his hand slaps my hip.
“Open.”
Face pressed to the mattress, I shake my head again, my thighs tightening together.
“Woman, you are testing my patience.”
His teeth sink down into the flesh of my ass, and I cry out, the sound muffled against the bed, my body shaking as he marks me again, his lips closing down to suck hard with a sensual kiss.
His patience snaps when he pushes to his feet and notches his cock at my body, a full thrust forward sinking him deep.
“Fuck, you’re tight like this.”
Another hard thrust and another before his fist is in my hair again pulling me up so that my back is against his chest. His hand takes possessive hold of my tit while he continues to move inside me, his fingers pinching the nipple so that a line of sensation shoots down my body to my core.
I hiss at the pleasure, my head falling back as his mouth presses to my ear. “I’m beginning to believe you do this on purpose.”
His teeth softly catch my jaw as I grin. “Maybe, oh...”
Ezra pushes deeper inside me suddenly, my body stretched taut, his palm shaping and squeezing my breast as our bodies slap together.
“Then I guess it’s too fucking bad I’m not playing around with you