hell is frozen over, but that isn’t true with her. She’s perfection and so much filthy wickedness, it’s a wonder neither of us burst into flames the second our lips touch.
I clench my hands on the back of her neck, angling her head the way I like as I lick at her lips. I want to consume this girl. Devour everything she is and take it into myself. I let my tongue tangle with hers, let her feel the piercing centered there. Oh, what I wouldn’t have given to be wearing a different one right now. I can just imagine how she’d come apart for me if I had a vibrating tongue ring in. I could press it right against her little clit and hold it there for eternity and feel her juices coat my face.
Electricity races through me as I slide one palm up into the dark inky blackness of her hair and I tighten my grip—pulling it as I yank her head all the way back. She gasps as her mouth pops away from mine.
“Dean…” My cock fucking throbs at the sound of my name on her lips. I press an open mouthed kiss to the pulse point of her throat. Mine. I want to stamp my name all over her ass and make sure every fucker who looks at her knows that she belongs to someone—not just any someone. Me. Her fucking King. I want her—the girl who refuses to bow to anyone. I want her to do so for me. And there’s only one way I know of, to make that happen. If I want her to bow then I've got to bend. Something I've never done before in my life.
It's not a hard decision.
Groaning into my mouth, when my palms leave her neck and move down to the backs of her thighs, Avalon doesn't fight me. In fact, she jumps, her legs opening, spreading as she catches the back of my neck with her arms and I lift her against my chest.
One step. Her tongue enters my mouth. Two steps. I can feel the heat of her pussy through our clothes. Three steps. I press her down into the surface of the bed and lay her out.
"Dean?" She frowns at me when I don't come down on top of her like she expects.
Because no, that's not how I'm going to start with this woman. I want Avalon Manning to be more than a body in my bed. I want her to fucking want me as much as I crave her. I want her to think about me the way I think of her—all the fucking time in an all consuming cycle.
I lower myself. When my knees hit the floor, her hands sink into my hair. Shivers chase down my spine as her nails scrape my scalp. I lift her dress and press a kiss to the softness of her stomach. My lips stretch and I smile as I feel her inhale sharply, her belly sucking in and her chest rising beneath the dark fabric that will soon enough be crumpled on the floor along with her panties. She knows exactly where this is going. My mouth on her little pussy. My tongue deep inside her walls. I can’t wait to fucking see her come apart.
46
Avalon
Am I doing this? For real? With him?
The answer is yes. I am. And if I'm being honest with myself, we've been riding a bullet train straight to this moment since I first realized who he was. His hands move beneath my dress, pushing it up as he kisses my stomach and then nuzzles further down until his face is centered right over my panties, so close I can feel the heat of his breath on my pussy.
My eyes slide shut and when his palms spread my thighs open, pushing them up and out until my feet are planted on the edge of the mattress and he's staring at the crotch of my thong. One thick finger strokes down the center and I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I'm wet, soaked as fuck. Ready.
"Dean," I say his name through gritted teeth, "either do something or let me get the fuck up and go get someone who will."
His finger freezes, his hands retract, and I think, well shit, I pushed too far too fast. Then something cold touches my skin. I jump and his hand lands back on my thigh, holding me down. "I wouldn't move if I