The Rivals - Dylan Allen Page 0,425

what I can, but his generous pour spills down my chin and trails down my neck, seeping into the bodice of my dress.

“I’m going to take that thing off with my teeth,” he promises, taking a swig of the champagne and then slamming his lips against mine, wraps an arm around my waist, and pulls me to him until our bodies are flush with each other.

I gasp when a fat drop of champagne lands on my shoulder and spills down my back in icy rivulets. Another lands on my chest and I lurch away from the cold.

“Ah, ah,” Stone’s arm tightens his hold on me, and his other hand, unburdened by the champagne bottle, slides around the back of my neck. He presses his lips to the tender spot where my neck meets my shoulder. Then he opens his mouth to lick and suck.

My body is burning from the inside out, my head falls back as I succumb to the rapture his mouth is unleashing.

“I want this dress off,” I pant, made desperate by the scrape of his teeth against my throat.

“Not as much as I do,” he growls and then the world blurs and when I can see straight again, I’m on my stomach and his big hands are planted on either side of my head and his big body casts a shadow over us as he straddles my hips, his knees pressing into the mattress.

“What are you doing?” Anticipation makes my voice husky and low.

“Making you mine and taking my time,” he says and then his lips are on my skin. He charts a course of soft kisses and small licks down the center of my back, moving his body lower, too. Between each touch, he whispers, “Mine.” I lay completely still, my heart thundering as I freefall into love, moving a million miles an hour toward its final frontier…on a journey that will never end. And there’s no fear, or doubt – just joy and transformation.

“My Jezebel,” he says the name with all the love it was never intended to engender. “I’m so proud of you. And I love you so much.” He skims the tattoo with the lightest of kisses and then, his lips move lower.

And ever a man of his word, Stone pulls my zipper down with his teeth. He spreads the fabric, tugs it off my body, and flings it away. I’m completely naked underneath it. He palms my ass, his fingers gripping hard and spreads my cheeks apart. “Let me see the goddess I’ve claimed,” his voice is deep and dark, I squirm under the heat of his ravenous eyes.

“Fuck me, you make me weak,” he groans before he jerks my hips up and back and puts his mouth between my thighs.

“Oh God,” I moan when his tongue probes my tight pucker over and over, his lips sucking, introducing me to a pleasure I didn’t even know existed.

“I want in here,” he slips the tip of his thumb into my ass and presses. “Does it hurt?” he asks, and probes deeper when I shake my head no.

I yelp at the first icy cold splash of champagne against the tender skin he’s just ravished. Then, I moan when his sinful lips suck it up. I groan when his thumb slides back inside me, deeper than before. I bear down, testing how it feels. “I hope you’ve got lube in your pocket.” I grunt when he pressed even deeper.

“It’s the only reason I kept them on.” He shifts off the bed and I turn to watch him undress and smile when he pulls a foil packet and a tiny bottle of clear liquid from his pocket.

He steps out of his pants and briefs and rolls the condom over his glorious erection and pours half the bottle into his hand and strokes it over himself.

“You ready?” he asks.

I nod and turn my head as he lifts my hips up. He drops a kiss onto my back and then, my god of war mounts and makes me his.

He goes slow at first, sliding in inch my inch until he’s fully seated. My body opens like a flower for him, when he starts to thrust, the pleasure is explosive. His hands glide up my back, slide down to cup my breasts, and he thumbs my nipple, pressing in, pinching it until I am on the verge of a cliff so high, I’m not sure I’ll survive the fall.

But I’d be happy to die trying. I slip my fingers