Crowed (Team Zero #2) - Rina Kent Page 0,37

hot, I think I’ll explode. Crow’s fingers brush against my ribs as he tugs my T-shirt off my head, followed by the bra.

His warm lips find my aching nipples, suckling, nibbling. Torturing. Every lap of his tongue sends a rush of euphoria to the pulsing between my legs. I squirm underneath him. My back arches, pushing off the sofa to meet his relentless strokes. My fingertips glide over his defined abs like I have wanted to ever since I first met him.

I don’t know what the hell this is, but I want more of it. More of Crow and this fire he ignites inside me.

Still twisting one of my nipples, he goes back to kissing me. As he said, there’s nothing gentle about him. Or his kiss. He devours my lips as his free hand slips underneath my shorts.

I whimper into his mouth as he traces the sensitive folds. A contraction forms at the bottom of my stomach. I’m not used to that sensation before he thrusts a finger inside me. A loud moan fills the air, and I realise it’s mine.

“Bloody hell.” Crow curses as tightness meets him. He grunts against my mouth but doesn’t stop. The double assault of his fingers against my nipple and moving inside me clenches my stomach. A stretching of sorts. A sensation so foreign and ecstatic, I suspect it’s out of this world.

The build-up has me on edge. Crow takes his sweet time with the slow rotating sensation until I become a whimpering mess.

I lift my hips, hoping he’ll do something, anything, to quench the ache burning inside me.

I wrap my hands around his waist, and the muscles flex underneath my touch. “P-please.”

The ice of his eyes lights up with mischief as he slows his movements even more. “Say that again.”

“Please…” My voice is so breathy, it’s a miracle I’m even talking. “Please do something.”

Crow thrusts another finger and curls it inside me while still keeping the back and forth of the first finger. “Like this?”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as my walls nearly fall apart. “Yes, please, yes!”

He fastens his movements then. His index and middle fingers stretch me from the inside and his thumb rubs my bundle of nerves. I unravel around him. Endless spurts of pleasure roll all over, through, and inside me. I scream his name, clutching his shoulder, afraid to fall over.

Or fall apart.

I’m barely coming to, registering the light, the heavy breaths, and the hard muscles beneath my fingertips. Only there are no muscles. I blink, and Crow is stripping out of his trousers. The tattoos on his shoulders and torso contract with the precise movements.

The trousers fall to the ground. He’s wearing nothing underneath.

I bite my lower lip.

Oh la la.

All pleasure from earlier almost vanishes. There’s no way I’ll be able to take him. And yet... oh, merde, how much I want to.

I meet his darkened gaze and swallow. “This is my first...”

“Don’t I fucking know it.” He slides down my shorts and underwear and positions himself between my legs. His wild gaze ravishes my naked skin. My body sparks to life as if he’s stroking me with his fingers.

Crow holds both my thighs in his large hands and rasps, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I’m still mulling his words when he thrusts deep inside me in one go. I yelp. He fills me whole, expanding me from the inside out. And it hurts. I cover my eyes with the back of my hand.

He stills and traces my lips with the tip of his fingers. His voice is full of concern. “Are you okay?”

I nod.

He starts moving, slow and measured. All pain fades away. Instead, a consuming sensation builds beneath the surface. My stomach contracts and my inner walls clench around him. Crow removes my hand from my face and kisses me so deeply, so ravenously, heat erupts all over my skin.

He pulls out of me, dragging his length against my folds then slams into me again. I gasp and whimper and moan all at once. I’m a shaking, trembling mess, and I love every bit of it.

Crow always pushed me to the edge. He always made me feel unearthly things. This intense sensation is one of them.

He picks up his pace, pounding into me until I’m at that addictive place all over again. My stomach nearly takes flight with him filling me, hammering into me relentlessly.

“Crow... I-I’m... I-I-m...”

“Let go,” he growls into my ear.

The order is like a bomb detonator. I come apart