Mending the Beast (Awakening Pride #10) - Lacey Thorn Page 0,58

above him, barely able to keep herself upright. He placed a sucking kiss on her inner thigh, pulling another moan from her.

“Come here, baby.”

She moved as if she were boneless, collapsing at his side with shuddering breaths. Not moving as he gathered her close to him. Daniel swore his cock was going to explode. He was so hard that he physically hurt. He might permanently have the imprint of his zipper at this point. But it didn’t matter. He’d brought his mate pleasure. That’s what mattered. That was all that mattered.

Then her fingers grazed over his chest, exploring and making his cock ache more. Her lips followed, and Daniel groaned.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Only in the very best of ways,” he promised, running his fingers through her hair.

“I want you,” she murmured, moving so she sat astride his stomach once more. “Can I… I want to ride you.”

“You just did.” There was no way he could stop the grin that split his face. He licked his lips to relish the taste of her that remained there and enjoyed the blush that stained her cheeks.

“You know what I mean. Can I do that?”

“God, yes,” he agreed.

She bit her lips again as she lifted and moved lower until she straddled his thighs.

“May I?” She motioned toward his jeans, and he nodded.

She popped the button and reached for his zipper.

“Careful,” he growled, and she jerked her gaze up to meet his. “I’m bare and ready to burst through the zipper.”

She sank her teeth back into her lower lip as her gaze returned to his lap. This time, she slipped her fingers inside, the back of her knuckles rubbing along his shaft as she opened the material then tugged it lower until his flesh rose free.

“Take them off,” he ordered when she would have reached for him. The touch of her soft hand on him now would be the end for him, and he definitely wanted this moment to last.

“God, Daniel. You’re beautiful,” she whispered as she glided down his body, taking his pants with her. She tossed them aside and crawled back up, her nipples brushing along his thighs as she did.

“You’re killing me, baby.”

This time, she smiled, all feminine wile, and Daniel caught his breath. Gone was the fear. Gone was the uncertainty. Instead, he gazed on a woman who knew she held him in the palm of her hand, though she’d yet to really even touch him. She ran her lips across his hip bone then inward until he felt the heat of her breath over his shaft. She didn’t touch him, though. Not there. She licked over his stomach then up to his chest, stopping and nipping at his nipple then sucking it with a similar greed to what he’d shown her.

He reached for her then, pulling her up until he could reach her mouth with his. Her sex brushed over his shaft, and she rode along his length, her folds opening around him so that he glided between them.

“Ariel.” He moaned her name, running his hands down her sides until he cupped her ass. He pressed her harder along his shaft, making sure the head rubbed over her clit with each slick glide.

“Help me,” she pleaded, and he reached down, holding his cock steady so that on her next glide he lodged at her opening. Her breath caught, their gazes held, and slowly, he pressed up into her. He didn’t stop until she had every inch. She was hot, tight, and so damn wet he felt her juices dripping onto his balls.

He urged her to sit up then cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples in tight circles. He rocked his hips up into her.

“Lift and lower yourself on me. Lean back and brace your hands on my thighs to help you.”

She followed the direction, and the sight of her nearly had him spilling inside her. He took a deep breath, wanting to make it last as long as he could. She found her rhythm quickly, sliding up and down his shaft, riding him closer and closer to the edge. He could tell she was close, too. He slipped one hand down to where they were joined, easily finding her clit and rubbing over it.

“Not yet,” she whimpered. “Give me a minute.”

A growl escaped before he could hold it in. If she asked him to stop now, he just might die. But he’d stop. He’d promised, and he’d meant it. No matter what, if she