Wicked Cravings (The Phoenix Pack Series - By Suzanne Wright Page 0,55
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—” She cried out as he suddenly slammed into her—a punishing thrust. He didn’t start pumping away inside her to prove his virility, though. Damn wolf.
“Playing little games isn’t going to work with me, baby.”
Yeah, she’d gathered that. The truth was that she was in totally unfamiliar territory with Dante.
She was used to getting her own way when it came to guys, even those who were overbearingly dominant. She had always been able to control them in her own subtle way. A little reverse psychology, or simply feeding their egos, often went a long way in getting what she wanted. She wasn’t above using a little provocation either, and if she had said those things to another guy, he would have fucked her to prove his masculinity. But not Dante. He wasn’t a guy she could have dancing to her tune or who would fall for her little tricks. Awkward fucker. “I don’t need this gentle bullshit! I told you, I can take it!”
“Are you sure?” he taunted, loving to see her riled.
“I’m sure,” she bit out. A gasp burst out of her as he suddenly began hammering into her. Each of his branding strokes was a stab of complete and utter bliss. The only problem was that she knew he was keeping himself in check. She wanted all of him. Beating his back with her legs and clawing at him, she growled, “Stop holding back from me!” The next thing she knew, he’d withdrawn from her and she’d been roughly flipped onto her stomach. Then Dante was draped over her, nibbling on the mark he’d made on her neck. “Look, I know you live in caves, but this prehistoric man behavior is totally unacceptable.”
“I love these tattoos.” She had an angel on the back of her left shoulder and a devil on the back of her right shoulder. The angel, however, was holding a bottle of booze, covered in tattoos, and puckering her lips flirtatiously.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“You want it as hard as I can give it, right?” He looped an arm around her and pulled her to her hands and knees. “You should be careful what you ask for.” He drove a hand into her hair, snatched her head back, bit into the crook of her neck, and slammed home. Dante groaned as her muscles tightened around him. He gave the fresh bite on her neck a soothing lick, liking the look of it there. His wolf growled his approval, wanting Dante to mark her again. Oh, he planned to.
Dante swirled his tongue around the shell of her ear and then sucked the lobe into his mouth.
“Feel me, Jaime. Has anyone ever been this deep inside you?” She shook her head, and he was male enough to feel smug about that. “Does it feel good?” At her nod, he gave her a rewarding thrust.
“Does it feel good when I fuck you?” She nodded vigorously, so he gave her another rewarding thrust.
“Better than when Pretty Boy fucked you?”
Guys and their egos! She thought about telling him to grow up, but she liked his version of rewards. “Yes.” That got her the forceful thrust she wanted.
“Did you let him have your ass?”
“No.” Another fierce, rewarding thrust.
“Have you let anyone else have it?”
“No.” Two fierce thrusts were her reward this time.
“You’ll let me have it, won’t you, baby? You’ll let me fuck every hole in your body, won’t you?”
At that moment, she was pretty sure she’d let him do anything if he just made her come. She nodded. His weight suddenly left her upper body, and then, growling, he began violently pounding into her just like she wanted. A fierce climax was creeping up on her as he relentlessly drove into her faster, harder, and deeper than anyone ever had.
“You’re mine, Jaime. And you won’t let anyone else near my pussy, will you, baby?” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. When she didn’t contradict him, he rewarded her by pounding into her impossibly harder.
“Dante…I need to come.”
“Good, because I want to feel you come all over me.” He snaked his hand around her body and found her clit with his finger and thumb. “Come, Jaime. Do it now.” He bit into her shoulder and pinched her clit simultaneously, and Jaime’s entire body stiffened as a bolt of pleasure shot through her that was so perfect it was also bad. As he’d promised, she came so hard she screamed.