He gripped a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Hope couldn’t contain the cry of pleasure that swelled in her chest. She arched, shaking, needing to at least tighten her thighs to relieve the pressure in her cunt, but unable to do even that much.
“All I want is the truth, Hope. Tell me what she plans.” He rolled her nipple between his fingers, his grip a firm little pinch that made her desperate for more. How could she bear it? He would kill her with his touch.
“I don’t know.” She tossed her head in desperation.
“Tell me then what you do know,” he whispered. “Tell me the names of the men who have f**ked you. Tell me, Hope, so I can find some trust in you, somewhere.”
She whimpered in agony.
“How can I give you what doesn’t exist,” she cried out as she felt his fingers tug her hard nipple. “Wolfe, please—”
He moved closer to her then, kneeling at her br**sts, moving the silk enclosed steel of his c**k over her hot ni**les. Hope groaned, arching into the caress. She was desperate, needing him, willing to go to any lengths to have him. She couldn’t bear the arousal, so hot and deep, clenching at her cunt, making her womb spasm in need.
He moved back from her, a smile tilting his lips.
“Can you handle hours of my touch with no release, Hope?” he asked her. “I will not deny myself. I will cum, but you will not. I’ll play with your pretty pu**y, suck at your sweet br**sts, kiss you until you are dying for the release that only I can bring you. But if you do not give me what I need, then I will be damned if I give you any measure of satisfaction.”
“No,” Hope wailed out, shaking her head, knowing she couldn’t bear it. “I don’t know, Wolfe. Don’t make me lie to you, please. If you do this to me, I’ll lie to you. I’ll tell you anything you want to hear to make you f**k me.”
“But, sweetest, I already know the truth.” He bent to her, his lips outlining hers as she stared up at him in surprise.
Then her eyes closed on a ragged groan as his tongue swept into her mouth. His kiss was just as dark, just as erotic as it had been six years before. His tongue caressed hers, licking at her until she stilled it by suckling at it lightly. His moan was deep, a near growl as she drew on it. She could taste the dark spice that was uniquely his; feel her blood sing with pleasure, her heart rate increase with anticipation.
His head tilted as the kiss took on a desperate quality. He licked at her lips, nipped at them, drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked at it as he groaned torturously. Hope arched to him, her head lifting, desperate to draw him closer to her, to allow the pleasure of his kiss, his life to sink into her soul, to convince her he was here. At last she was with him. He was furious, outraged and filled with betrayed possessiveness. But he was alive, and her heart sang with the joyous knowledge.
Then he was pulling away from her, his breathing as harsh as hers, his chest rising and falling laboriously. Hope fought to understand what he was doing. Fought to make sense of why he was doing it as her body throbbed, heated and ached like a virus gone mad.
“Why are you doing this?” If he knew the answers he wanted, then why torment her in such a way?
“You betrayed me when you allowed another man entrance into what was mine,” he snarled down at her. “Mine, Hope.”
She licked the moisture of his kiss from her lips, nearly groaning at the erotic male essence she could literally taste.
“I didn’t. But even if I had, Wolfe, you let me believe you were dead.” Her breath hitched in her throat as he rose above her, his c**k coming nearer to her parted lips. “You have no right to this anger, because I had no idea you were alive.”
She had never tasted his erection. Had never tasted any man’s. Suddenly she wanted him in her mouth, wanted to suck his c**k as she had his tongue, draw on him until he couldn’t help but find his release in her mouth.
He moved closer, the thick head rubbing over her lips. Hope groaned, opening her mouth for him, feeling him push into the heated depths of her mouth with a slow, measured thrust. She closed her lips on him, hearing the cry that ripped from his chest. His c**k throbbed against her tongue as she laved it, her mouth suckling at it firmly.
He allowed her the freedom to suck at him, to draw the pr**cum from the small slit in his c**k before he pulled back from her a second before ejaculation.
“So shy as you suck me,” he whispered. “You make it hard to believe you have never had another.”
“There has been no one else,” she cried out. “No one, Wolfe. And you could not object if there had been. Where the hell were you?”
He shook his head, his black hair flowing over his bare shoulders.
“You knew I lived. She would have told you I lived,” he bit out. “You would have known I was coming for you when I could safely do so. Yet you conspired to deceive me.”
He moved back and his lips went to her breast as though he could deny himself no longer, his tongue stroking over her hard nipple enticingly. He groaned roughly, his hand framing the swollen mound.
“Please,” she whimpered, arching against him. She needed him to take her deep in his mouth. To suck her ni**les with hard, hot draws of his lips.
He drew the small, hard tip into his mouth and began to suck it as she needed. Her groan was torn from her chest. It was so good. She could feel the pleasure traveling in a heated path to her stomach, her cunt. Both clenched in violent reaction to the hot lash of his tongue. Her vagina heated further. She could feel her juices spilling from it, coating the plump lips and soft folds that quivered for attention.
“When you are ready to tell me, Hope, then do so. Until then, I will play with your body to my heart’s content. And trust me, I will find my release, without allowing you to attain your own.”
CHAPTER FIVE