Before he could grip her arms she bent, licked over his cock, froze him in his tracks, then drew the flushed, straining crown into the heated depths of her mouth.
She licked, sucked. Her tongue swirled and tasted and tightened his entire body with the most incredible pleasure that he had ever known.
When he was certain he couldn't hold back, when he felt the release building in his balls, tightening through his body, her mouth was gone.
She straightened. Her eyes were a moss green, dark, vivid. Hunger swirled in them, flushed her features and gave it the sweetest, spiciest scent. The lush moisture of the juices spilling between her thighs had him jealous of the lace covering the delicate folds.
Before she could demand he stop or evade his move, Jonas had her on the bed, on her back. His tongue plunged in her mouth as he felt those nails prick at his shoulders. He shoved his thigh between hers, pressing hard and tight against the wet mound of her pu**y as he pumped his tongue in her mouth, feeling her trying to trap it, suckling the mating hormone from it as his lips moved over hers.
She was his. He would allow her to stake her claim, to have her fantasy. But first, he would stoke that wildness inside her, make her burn and make her take what she wanted.
Rachel raked her nails down Jonas's back, heat and lightning whipping through her, striking at erogenous zones, burning in her blood as she fought to hold on to his kiss and the incredible taste she craved.
He was an addiction, but he had been an addiction long before he had instigated the mating heat between them. He had been an addiction before she ever met him in person.
The taste of cinnamon and cloves filled her senses. Fiery pleasure rocked through her body, but she couldn't get that image out of her mind. She couldn't get that need out of her mind.
As the fires inside her burned, rushed through her, rose and engulfed the last of any shyness she might still harbor, she struggled in his arms.
Pushing at his shoulders, riding the hard male thigh thrust between her softer ones, she fought the hold he had on her until he rolled to his back.
She was moving as he lifted her. Her leg swung over his head, her knees digging into the mattress as desperation and hunger overwhelmed her.
As she came over him, he was waiting for her. Hard hands gripped her hips, pulled her to him, his tongue swiping through the thick juices collecting there, and driving her insane with pleasure.
Throwing her head back, a low wail erupted from her lips as his tongue curled around her clit. She was burning. She was diving headlong into ecstasy and the ride was both thrilling and terrifying.
Her hands lifted to her br**sts, her head tilting, staring down at him as his hands curled around her thighs and his eerie silver eyes stared back up at her.
Her fingers rubbed over her ni**les as she felt his tongue flick at her clit, rub it. The raspy texture of it sent the blood rushing to her head, light-headedness nearly overtaking her as she pinched her ni**les, increasing the sensation.
He was watching her. A low, growling groan echoed in the room as he drew the little bud into his mouth and suckled at it, his tongue running around it as she began to twist her hips against him.
"So good," she moaned as she tore at the clasp of the bra between her br**sts to release it. "Oh Jonas, it's so good. Your tongue's like fire."
That instrument of flaming pleasure lashed at her clit now, stroking around it, over it, as he sucked at it. The hormone in his tongue, it had to be that fiery essence, seemed to sink into the little knot of flesh, tightening it further, throwing her closer to bliss as she began to ride his face. Her hips rolled, twisted, her thighs bunched with the need tearing through her.
A hard kiss vibrated along the ultra-sensitive flesh as he released it, only to lick, stroke, to ease lower. Rachel was nearly screaming with need now, her hands filled with her br**sts, her fingers rubbing, stroking, pinching at her ni**les as she fought for orgasm.
A second later, his tongue drove into her pu**y.
Her back arched, her muscles clenched on the intruder, sucking it, spasming around it as she began to demand to come.
She wanted it now. She wanted to feel that wild ride of complete rapture as it flung her into ecstasy.
His tongue f**ked her with hungry strokes, pressing inside her pu**y to lick, to taste, to fill her with such desperate need that she could barely breathe for it.
She was dying for more. The overwhelming shards of longing were driving through her clit, her pu**y, tightening in her womb as he licked her with an intimacy and abandon that she could have never known to fantasize about.
"No. Don't stop." She was nearly screaming as his tongue slid from her.
Her hips rolled, pressed down, then she stilled in complete pleasure. Her hands fell from her br**sts to the headboard of the bed. Her fingers clenched.
His lips covered her clit again, only this time, the pleasure was near agony. He sucked it inside, began to lick, to stroke, to do that rubbing thing with his tongue as she felt her entire body explode.
She cried his name. Her body jerked taut, her thighs began to shudder, tremors raced through her body and the heated tide of her release rushed from her pu**y.
And it wasn't enough. She barely had time to draw another breath once the first hard shudders raked through her. She needed more. She wanted him inside her, filling her.