Ruthless Savior - Julia Sykes Page 0,4
the ability to resist studying me, I couldn’t find the necessary fear to prevent myself from fixating on the delicious contradiction of his soft lips on his granite face. I focused on the small scar that furrowed his upper lip, fascinated by the mark of violence that only enhanced his sensual appeal rather than marring his features.
“He touched you,” Raúl repeated on a primal growl. Suddenly, his free hand gripped my hip, his long fingers wrapping around the exact spot where Daniel had held me in his unwelcome, lecherous grasp.
Heat flared beneath Raul’s hand, and my body jolted at the lightning strike that sizzled through me. His touch beneath my chin remained achingly gentle, but his grip on my hip flexed tighter, keeping me pinned exactly where he wanted me. His possessive hold seared away the toxic taint of Daniel’s grasping hands, branding me more deeply than the younger man’s violation could’ve ever marked me.
My breath caught in my throat, and a shiver raced over me as my skin tingled with sensual awareness that I thought had been beaten out of me.
My parted lips and quivering body seemed to be Raúl’s undoing. Whatever shred of restraint he still possessed snapped, and his mouth descended on mine.
I opened for him without hesitation, just as starved for him as he was for me. His tongue surged into my mouth in a deep, unrepentant claim. His thick fingers left my chin, sliding up my nape to tangle in my hair. A sharp tug drew a gasp from my chest as thousands of tiny pain points prickled my scalp. Rather than frightening me, his hungry aggression fueled my own, and I tipped my head back to welcome him to take more.
His other hand roved up from my hip, unerringly finding the mark on my breast where Daniel had grabbed me. Rather than pawing at me, he kneaded my flesh in a firm massage that awoke yet another, long-forgotten pleasure zone. My nipples pebbled to hard, needy buds, and I arched into his touch mindlessly. He growled into my mouth, the primal sound rumbling deep inside me to stimulate my core.
His fingers turned harsher, testing how much I would yield to him. Even when his undulating grasp pressed almost deep enough to bruise, I shuddered and arched closer. My nipples tingled against the inside of my bra, feeling wonderfully overstimulated but also needing more of Raúl’s rough handling.
He found the tight peak beneath my dress, and the first brush of his thumb over my sensitive bud drew a soft cry from my chest. Scorching lines of lustful fire shot straight from my nipples to my clit, which pulsed to life in a desperate, aching throb.
Something long and hard prodded at my belly, and remembered fear shadowed my pleasure at the evidence of his erection. I stilled for barely an instant before his fingers closed around my nipple, demanding my full attention. I whimpered and leaned into the sting, allowing the flare of delicious pain to utterly consume me. Dark memories couldn’t haunt me when Raúl refused to release me from his domineering hands. He commanded my body and invaded my mind. The intense intimacy and foreign sense of bliss drew tears to my eyes.
My hand closed around his nape, anchoring him to me. I needed more of this: connection, protection, pleasure. I needed more of him.
He devoured me, not relenting until my head spun. Even when my knees sagged, I tightened my grip on his nape, my fingernails digging in to hold him close.
He didn’t release me, but his kiss slowed. It seemed his hunger had been sated somewhat, and he’d decided to take his time exploring the shape of my lips, testing my receptiveness to soft, languorous caresses and harsher nips of his teeth.
I loved it all. His protectiveness had allowed him to ease past my defenses and crack me wide open. The dark, sensual nature I’d locked away so carefully surged free, overtaking me with the force of a tidal wave; brutal and inescapable.
I tried to push up onto my tiptoes and take more, but another sharp tug on my hair and warning growl forced me to stay exactly where he wanted me. He sampled me at his leisure, and I melted under his unyielding, tender lips.
Unable to do more than he allowed, I panted against his mouth as I touched my tongue to the scar on his lip. He shuddered and pressed his weight down on me, pushing me deeper into the