A Little Green Magic (The Little Coven #1) - Isabel Wroth Page 0,21
low, bestial rumble left him, his gaze fixated on the movement, while at the same time, he reached down to readjust what looked like a monstrously large erection.
“You did all this while I was asleep?” she asked, twisting her hair up into a knot on top of her head.
Uriah shook himself like a bear having emerged from the river, hungrily raking his teeth across the plump swell of his bottom lip, his nostrils flared to inhale whatever scent she was putting off. As her inner thighs slicked with her own juices, Ivy imagined it was lust and arousal.
“No,” he bit out, giving her plenty of time to back up as he stalked toward her. “Your Brownies been busy.”
Ivy felt somewhat like a doe being hunted by a starving bear, but she wasn't afraid. She stood still, gasping at the fiery heat of his hands settling on her hips.
A wave of sensual weakness stole through her, momentarily distracted by the delicious shock of sensation as skin met skin. His breath was hot on her throat, his hungry sounds now almost a constant buzz as he nuzzled, licked, and carefully nipped at her skin. “Want you in my mouth.”
Excitement was an immediate rush, but the wicked part of her played at being resistant. “What about my bath?”
“Later,” he growled roughly, chasing the shiver that wracked her with his tongue.
“The water is gonna overflow,” Ivy warned, gasping as he filled one hand with her breast, his other huge paw splayed wide on her back to keep her right where he wanted her.
“Don't care. Clean it up later.” His choppy, gruff sentences only seemed to inflame her further. Evidence of the edge he was riding. With her nipple pinched between his fingers, Uriah turned his head and looked at her with burning eyes. “Yes?”
He punctuated his demanding question with a little tug, the erotic bite enough to make her forget her playful protests.
“Yes.” She managed to reach up and grab hold of his broad shoulders, just in time for him to latch on and feast. An all over shudder shook her, the bones in her neck turned to Jell-o, her knees threatened to give way, and her head fell back with a gasping cry of bliss.
He worshiped her breasts with that talented mouth of his, kissing and licking every inch, leaving little strawberries behind in the wake of his soft, suckling nibbles. He used tongue, lips, and teeth on her, taking the time to figure out what made her sigh, and what made her come up on her toes and arch her back to offer him more.
Uriah paused just long enough to chafe her with his scruffy cheeks, his arm cinched around her waist to lift her up, carrying her a few steps back to the vanity. The shock of the cold granite on her bare ass was enough to make her give a startled yip, but the searing heat reflected in Uriah's eyes made her forget all about it.
He looked at her—no—studied her with a reverence one might reserve when standing before some great work of art, licking his kiss-stung lips as his hands curved over her thighs, his thumbs stroking the crease where her legs met her hips.
“So wet,” he rumbled, spreading her open to his hungry gaze. Ivy had a moment of embarrassment, because she could feel the wetness gathering beneath her in a little puddle. Uriah didn't give her long to think about it, though. He leaned in to kiss her, a rough little peck that turned into a wild tangle of lips and tongue.
She was gasping for air by the time he pulled back, her head spinning, her body pulsing with need. Without warning, he dropped to his knees, pulled her legs over his shoulders, and buried his face in her dripping pussy.
There had been boys at Haggara that Ivy fooled around with in a few desperate attempts to not feel so inadequate and alone. Only one had ever put his mouth between her legs, and only long enough to give her a lick and a promise.
Uriah... dear Goddess, he made a meal out of her, vibrating her tender flesh with his hungry groans and growls.
Just as he'd done to her breasts, Uriah left not a single centimeter of her pussy untasted. He suckled, nibbled, licked and laved, wrapping his huge hands around her thighs to hold her in place, even as Ivy braced her hands behind her and twisted as the pleasure overwhelmed her.