It was ruthless.
His grin disappeared because his face disappeared in my neck.
“Listen to me now, Leah. I will break you. Do you understand me?” he vowed, his voice rumbling against my skin.
I didn’t but at the same time I did.
He continued, “And, right now, I’m taking a taste of what I’m risking everything for.” His head came up and his face came close, so close, I could feel his breath against my lips. “But don’t worry, pet, you don’t have to beg for it.”
Oh no.
My body burst into a flurry of frenzied motion, a futile effort at escape.
I knew this would have no effect and it didn’t.
My robe was gone in nary a second. My panties whisked down my legs in a blur of his arm. He spread my legs with his large hands and I opened my mouth to scream.
The scream died in my throat as his mouth touched me.
The sudden shock of his mouth moving on me killed my scream. His obvious talent subdued my struggles. He’d lived a long time and in that time he’d obviously learned exactly what to do between a woman’s legs.
In fact, it was pretty clear he made an art of it.
In an instinctive reaction to the pleasure rippling through my system, my h*ps rose to meet his mouth.
He was not gentle. He was voracious. Lips, tongue, suction, he used it all. My fingers curled into the covers as my neck arched and moans of sheer pleasure purred from my throat.
His hands went up the back of my thighs to my knees and pushed them high, until they were at my sides.
This gave him better access which he utilized to his definite advantage.
I was close, so close, right there and it was going to be beyond anything I’d ever experienced. Beyond anything any woman had ever experienced (unless she’d been with Lucien, obviously).
My hands went from the comforter to his head, holding him to me as I prepared to topple over the edge.
His mouth disappeared and I was yanked right back.
“No!” I cried as his big body settled on me and his strong hand cupped me between my legs, keeping me warm but exerting no pressure which was a cruel tease.
“Now, you beg, Leah,” he said against my mouth.
With effort, my eyes focused on him and I screamed, “I hate you!”
He disappeared but only for a moment then his mouth was back at me. The advantage I’d gained over my body’s reaction was lost in seconds. This time he teased as I fought my rising desire. When I lost, he made me go after it. He gave me enough to keep me squirming. And when my fingers clutched his hair in defeat, he gave me all of it again.
Then, right at the golden moment, he was up over me and covering me again.
“Beg,” he demanded.
It took everything I had but I focused on him. “Go to hell!”
He rolled to his back taking me with him, pulling me up over his body, spreading my legs, he settled me in a crouch on his mouth. Hands strong on my hips, he pulled me down and kept at me.
It was delicious. It was divine. It was ecstasy.
I grabbed the headboard and moaned deep in the back of my throat, no longer conscious of the sounds I was making. I rocked my h*ps against my mouth. He pulled down on them, going deeper, using his tongue in new and astounding ways. He took me there again, to that glorious place and right before I felt it coming, he pulled me away from his mouth and yanked me down his body.
“Beg me for it, Leah.” His voice was husky and near to a plea all on its own.