Stolen Heart - By Bennett, Sawyer Page 0,37

against her, the vibration causing her to cry out again. Kieran reached under her right leg and pulled it up over his shoulder.

“That should keep you standing. I might be at this a while.”

Annika groaned and moved her hands to Kieran’s hair. She pulled him forward, as if begging him to start feasting. And feast he did. It actually didn’t take Kieran long at all to shatter Annika. His skillful tongue and fingers worked her mercilessly until she was begging for release, her hips pumping in rhythm with his tongue. Answering her cries, Kieran latched onto her clit and sucked at it hard, sending her spiraling then shattering into a million pieces. Kieran felt the tiny aftershocks of her pleasure coursing through her and continued to lave her with his tongue until she had absorbed every last one.

Looking up at Annika, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slack. Great, I killed her. But then she opened her eyes and looked down at him. He expected to see her blissfully sated but those purple irises flashed with lust. Kieran eased her leg off his shoulder and stood up, placing a sizzling kiss on her mouth. Annika moaned and latched onto the back of his head. Her tongue was wild in his mouth, and their kissing was so brutal at times, her tongue piercing knocked against his teeth.

Groaning, Kieran scooped Annika up in his arms and walked into the apartment. He made quick work of getting her into his bedroom. Setting her down on her feet, he wasn’t prepared for her to lunge for his pants, falling to her knees. It was clear she intended to give a him blow job but he had other plans.

Grabbing Annika by the shoulders, he lifted her up. “Not tonight, sweetheart. You were in control last time. Tonight’s my party.”

Indecision flickered in Annika’s eyes and for a moment, he thought she may back away from him. But then a steely resolve entered those lilac depths and she inclined her head at him, silently giving him permission to do his worst--or best--to her.

Kieran looked her up and down and then walked over to one of the chairs that sat near the end of the bed. He turned it to face Ava and sat down in it. Her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Take your dress off for me, Annika. And do it slowly…please.”

Annika flushed—he hoped with what was desire—and complied. The dress was easily removed but she dragged it up her body slowly, uncovering her lovely, pale skin an inch at a time. Kieran was leaning forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees, watching with avid attention.

When the dress slithered to the floor from her fingertips, he commanded, “Now get on the bed, Annika. And show me how you want me to touch you.”

Annika crawled onto the bed. He thought she would lie on her back, but she lay on her side instead, facing him. Propping her head up with her elbow and hand, she leisurely drew the other hand up the outside of her thigh. Kieran’s eyes were pinned to her hand as it made the slow journey. When it reached her hip, she smoothed her hand over her stomach for a few seconds, round and round. Kieran was mesmerized but when she made no further move, he looked into her eyes. She was staring at him with a lazy grin on her face.

“Why are you smiling at me like that, Annika?”

“Because you look like you are about ready to pounce on me. I like making you hunger for me.”

Fuck, those words were sexy. He should pounce. But just as he thought to move to the bed, her hand moved away from her stomach. She brought her hand up to her mouth and lightly sucked on the tip of her index finger. When she pulled it out, it was glistening wet. Kieran’s breath caught as he watch her move it down to her breast, and lightly circle her nipple with the wet tip. Round and round she circled, and the tip pebbled hard. Bringing her finger back to her mouth to wet it again, she then gave the same attention to her other breast.

“These are just some of the things I want you to do to me, Kieran. But I really want you to touch me here…again…”

Kieran followed Annika’s hand south as she smoothed it back over her flat stomach, circling her stomach piercing for a moment, and then pushing her fingers through