Devil and the Deep (The Ceruleans Book 4) - Julie Ann Walker Page 0,88

any satiation they may have enjoyed was quickly disappearing. Touch by touch, kiss by kiss, deep wet suck by deep wet suck, they were rebuilding their aching desire to new heights.

Maddy’s thighs quivered, her skin was slick with sweat, and the tips of her breasts were so hard she didn’t know how much more she could stand. She just knew she wanted, wanted, wanted. Wanted sex. Wanted him. Wanted…everything.

Everything he could give her and all the things he’d sworn to withhold.

Told you this was dangerous, her conscience whispered. You’ll never be satisfied with only this.

And for the first time since she’d taken the leap, she didn’t ignore her inner voice. It was right. She wasn’t going to be satisfied with only this. This one night. But she’d made her bed, and now she was forced to lie in it.

“I really thought I had you that time,” he said, nuzzling her neck and absently caressing her breast. His callused fingers created a wonderful friction every time they feathered over the aching point. “So where next?” he asked, his breath hot against her skin. “We’ve already seen to your neck and your belly and your breasts…”

He pinched her nipple for emphasis. The pleasure was so sharp, so keen, her heels dug into the cotton lining of the sleeping bag.

“Ssss,” she hissed. Too fast. Too fast. Draw it out. Savor it. But she couldn’t stop the force of the sensations thundering through her. They were too big. Too intense. Too insistent. “I guess there’s only one place left then.”

“Your elbows?” he whispered teasingly.

“Bran,” she said, drawing out his name just the way he liked.

He opened his mouth over her pulse point and sucked. “Say it again.”

“Bran,” she whispered over and over as he made his way down her body. Kissing her collarbone, her breasts, her belly, her hip bones. His mouth was hot and sweet; his lips were firm and determined. Her blood bubbled close to the surface of her skin everywhere they touched.

And then her lungs seized up. Because he was there. Hovering right above her throbbing sex. She buried her fingers in his hair when he grabbed her ankles and bent her legs until her feet were where he wanted them, on either side of her ass. The position opened her to him completely. And she shivered when the warm air of the room rushed over her most private parts.

“God, I’ve been dreaming of doing this for three months,” he said.

You aren’t the only one.

And then he put his mouth on her. Even in the stygian darkness his aim proved true. His lips closed around the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex and gently tested its boundaries. A sweet suck here. A soft probe there. Every touch was erotic, felt not only at the point of contact but higher, traveling up her channel, making her sex ache.

“Sweet Jesus,” she groaned, pleasure slamming into her like a wrecking ball. Over and over. Determined to tear her down before his mastery built her back up.

Her body arched, seeking more, ever more. But he stopped her writhing by wrapping one big hand around her thigh and holding her down. He used his other hand to gently spread her tender folds and slip first one, and then a second finger deep inside her.

“Mmm,” he hummed at the same time he curled his fingers upward, touching some magical spot that, until tonight, she hadn’t even been aware she had.

And talk about a go button. If there was such a thing on a woman’s body, that was it.

He pressed her clitoris with his tongue then, creating counterpoints of pressure, one from the inside, one from the outside, and her orgasm immediately threatened to overtake her.

“Bran!” Her voice hitched on his name.

He didn’t answer her, simply used his fingers to rub that wonderful spot, used his tongue to lave the aching button and…boom, boom, BOOM! Her thighs snapped around his head as blow after blow of undulating rapture rolled over her. Again and again she was hammered. Until lights flashed behind her squeezed-tight lids. Until her whole body contracted around itself, around him, around the red-hot pleasure he pressed on her…

Chapter 21

10:26 p.m.…

Bran delighted in Maddy’s release. Not that he hadn’t always taken joy in a woman’s pleasure, but there was something completely sublime about having Maddy in his arms. Maybe it was because she was so damned responsive. So unashamed and eager.

The dear, sweet woman approached physical pleasure with the same joie de vivre