small that she can’t handle it.”
“Oh God, please,” I sob, almost breaking his skin with my nails.
Almost making him bleed because I want him so much.
He squeezes my breast, pinching my nipple between his knuckles, making everything ache and ache. “Nah, you ruined your own chance. You should’ve thought of that before you pouted at me, Salem. Before you taunted me. You won’t be able to handle my dick now. Because they don’t make them any bigger than mine.”
God, if he doesn’t do something soon, I’ll explode.
“You’re such a –”
His laugh is both amused and pained as he cuts me off and does do something.
He leans over and kisses the corner of my mouth and I freeze.
My eyes go wide when he flicks his tongue out and licks that corner too before whispering, “Tell you what. You waited for me, didn’t you? You worried over me. Not to mention, you’re my friend. So maybe I can give you a little something.”
“Something like what?”
He kisses the corner of my mouth again, a small, soft, soothing kiss.
“Your first kiss,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning over my mouth. “I told you I wouldn’t but maybe I can break my own rule.”
"You can?”
“Uh-huh. For you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah. Just to be nice.”
Oh God.
Thank God.
And I open my mouth to say that to him, to thank him but he doesn’t give me a chance because he’s doing what he said he would.
After torturing me for ages, he’s being nice to me.
With his mouth.
He closes his lips over mine and he gives me my first kiss – the kiss that I’ve waited for for eight years – and heat explodes in every part of my body.
Heat and lust and all the love that I have for him.
Which is good because I’ve been in the cold too long. I’ve been living in the harsh winter and finally, I’ve been touched by the sun.
More than touched, actually.
I’ve been consumed by him.
My sun has swallowed me and drunk me down before I can even draw a breath. Before I can comprehend anything, learn the texture of him and study the softness of his lips and the sharpness of his teeth in detail, he has put both his hands on my face and splayed them wide.
He has grasped my cheeks and grabbed my neck and he’s arranged me in a way that will make him go deeper into my mouth.
That will make him eat at it and plunder it and violate it in the best, most glorious way possible. And he’s doing all of that.
He’s sucking on my mouth, tugging at the meaty flesh, biting at it, like he’s been waiting to bite me for a long time now.
Like he’s been so hot for me and his fire has burned so deep and so high and now he’s purging it all.
Transferring it to me, and I take it happily.
I take it with gusto.
I even open my mouth so he can pour it inside me, push his tongue in. The tongue that’s been driving me fucking crazy these past weeks. Because it makes his mouth so shiny and seductive when he does his lip-lick thing.
And tonight, I get to kiss that mouth.
I get to kiss my Arrow. I get to tug at his hair and pull him down on me. I get to moan inside his mouth and taste him with my tongue.
He tastes like fire, hot and tangy. Spicy.
I get to play with the silver chain around his neck and thrust my tits in his hard, hard chest. I get to rub them against his arched pecs and I get to rock against his stomach as well.
I get to hump it and that only drives him crazier.
That only causes his thumbs to dig on the pulse at my neck and his fingers to fist my hair and his mouth to turn up the intensity and the heat.
And before I know it, I’m moaning and rocking against him.
I’m taking something else from him too. Something more.
I’m so bad and greedy and spoiled that I’m taking an orgasm from him, as well. And it’s not as if he minds it. No, not at all. In fact, he drives me to it. He urges me on with his teeth and his growls, and when that’s not enough I feel him shift.
I feel him bending his knees slightly and still kissing me, I feel him letting go of my face and making for my ass.
He grabs the cheeks of my butt in his large, possessive