The rasp of her teeth had a growl rumbling in his chest. His hands tightened on her rear, clenching in the bunched muscles there as he lifted her closer, pressed her harder to the wall and ground his c**k powerfully against her pu**y.
He was on fire for her. Son of a bitch, he was burning for her.
“You’re going to push me too close to the edge.” He was almost panting, the need for her growing so sharp, so desperate, that holding on to his control was becoming no more than a wish.
“You already pushed me past mine.” She bit at his neck, and damn if the pleasure didn’t intensify tenfold. Those sharp little teeth of hers nipped, her silken little tongue stroked and pleasure struck his balls like a bolt of lightning.
“Let me down.” She wiggled in his grasp. “Let me go, Cabal.”
He released her rear, allowed her legs to slide down and tried to catch her lips with his once again.
“Not yet.” She slapped at his hands as he glared at her, outraged.
“What the hell do you mean, ‘not yet’?” He could barely push the words past his lips as her soft hands slipped beneath his shirt.
Sweet God save him. His stomach clenched as her nails raked over his hard abdomen.
“Exactly what I said.” There was an edge of feminine command to her tone that had his hackles rising even as his c**k took notice with a hard jerk of interest.
She pulled at the metal tab of his jeans.
“Damn.” He breathed out the curse as the zipper rasped down.
“I want to lick those stripes.”
Cabal stiffened at the moan in her voice, and the desire she voiced.
He had never allowed any woman to caress those stripes. Until this moment, they had been his personal shame. Now, hell, if that’s what it took to get her tongue on him, then he was f**king all for it. Let her lick. Let her lap. Sweet heaven. She could bite if she wanted to.
He sucked in a breath as his jeans pushed past his hips. Watching her, he narrowed his eyes, seeing the complete absorption in her face as the hard length of his c**k sprang into view.
She wasn’t distracted. Fuck. He was praying she would become distracted.
“Hell.” His head nearly slammed into the wall behind him as she licked one of those f**king stripes. Her tongue was a lash of fire, and he promised himself she was going to pay for the torture.
Soft, delicate, her tongue ran over the stripes, exciting the sensitive flesh. As though the nerve endings were closer to the skin in that area, each wash of her tongue was like a flame of excitement burning across the area.
“You’ll pay for this, Cassa,” he promised her.
“Promises promises.” She nipped at his thigh, then moved to the other.
As she tortured, tormented the area where the flesh was striped darker, Cabal toed off his boots, worked his jeans over his legs and tore off his shirt.
He watched, his jaw clenching in greedy hunger, as her tongue licked and stroked, coming close enough to his oversensitive c**k that he could feel her breath.
He was going to feel more than her breath. He promised himself that. Tonight, he was going to feel that hot little mouth wrapped around his cock.
His fingers tightened in her hair, tugged at the silken strands, and he nearly growled at the soft little moan that left her throat.
“Stop teasing me, Cass,” he ordered her roughly.
“You tease me.” She was panting for breath, kneeling in front of him and driving him crazy with the proximity of her mouth to his cock.
He gripped the base of his c**k with one hand, her hair with the other. Pulling back, he watched as he rubbed the thick crest against her moist lips and swore he was going to come from that sheer excitement alone, when her tongue peeked out to rake against him.
Sensation shot through the shaft straight to his balls. Never had anything been so good, or so tormenting. He wanted her mouth on him. Wanted the moist warmth wrapped around the sensitive crest, wanted to feel her suck him, lick him. Just one more time. He was going to burn alive if he didn’t have her.
“Cass. Now.” His voice was a rough, primal groan.