Wicked (Eternal Guardians #9) - Elisabeth Naughton Page 0,89

would wreck her spiraled in faster than light, hotter than anything she’d ever experienced. “Oh, yes, right there. Don’t stop. I’m about to come…”

He jerked back just before the pleasure claimed her.

Gasping, she opened her eyes and searched for him through blurry vision, confused—frustrated—about why he kept stopping. About why he wasn’t touching her right fucking now, godsdammit.

He stood mere inches away, his muscular chest rising and fallings with his own rapid breaths, his features flushed, his lips wet and swollen from her sex. But it was his eyes that captivated her and wouldn’t let go. His dark, sinful, wicked eyes glinting with hunger and sin. A sin she sensed could corrupt her. A sin she knew would complete her.

“I say when you come, mono mia. Only me.”

Every bit of passion and need she’d been fighting, not just the last few days but her whole damn life, swelled inside. Shoving her hands against his chest, she pushed hard, sending him crashing into the bookshelf across the room.

Books tumbled to the floor. Shock widened his eyes. But she didn’t let either stop her. She advanced on him, wrapped her hand around his nape, and pulled his mouth back to hers, kissing him hard.

Her teeth sank into his bottom lip. She tasted his blood—hot, electric, absolutely delicious. He jerked back and stared down at her with wild eyes while she licked her lips, savoring his life force. With a grin, she said, “I warned you I bite.”

He swiped his thumb across his lip, then looked down at the redness on his skin and back to her. “You want to play rough, princess?”

Eyes locked on his, she reached for his hand, drew it to her mouth, and closed her lips around his thumb, using her tongue to lick off every delectable droplet before sucking hard and releasing. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

He growled, then moved so fast she barely saw him. One second, he was staring mesmerized at her lips. The next, he was on top of her. All around her. Everywhere.

The room spun. Her back crashed into shelves. Books went flying. He closed his mouth over hers, kissing her hard, claiming her with a frenzied passion that overwhelmed her.

She scrambled to hold on to his shoulders, to keep from falling while he shoved his way between her legs. Kissed him back just as frantically as he was kissing her while he released her with one arm and fumbled with his pants.

“Hurry,” she mumbled against his lips, hooking her legs around his bare hips, drawing him closer, desperate to feel him deep inside. “Ah, god, hurry.”

His bare cock brushed the sensitive flesh between her legs, making her shiver. Then he drove into her so hard, she gasped.

He was big—so much thicker than she remembered from last night, especially at this angle and trapped against the shelves—and the shock of that first thrust made her eyes water. Gripping his shoulders for support, she held on as her body stretched around him, thankful when he shifted his hands to her ass to help hold her up.

“Mm, mono mia.” His hot breath tickled her lips. “You are so tight. Was that rough enough?”

She shook her head, blinking back the wetness, her body already urging her to move. “Not even close.” She slid her hand around his nape and pulled his mouth back to hers. “I want more. Don’t hold back. Take me. Hard.”

Her lips met his. He growled once more and opened to her kiss. Then he drew back, letting his cock drag along her sensitive walls, and shoved in deep, making her gasp all over again.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she groaned into his mouth.

His tongue swept over hers. He eased away then plunged back in. Electricity gathered in her core, growing stronger with every pass.

He wasn’t gentle, and she didn’t want him to be. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on while he bit into her throat again, while he dug his fingertips into her flesh, lifting and lowering her on his cock, fucking into her harder and deeper with every stroke.

Her body tingled. Her sex clenched. She groaned as sparks radiated through her core. He was strength and vitality. Power and potency. And as he hit that spot, that perfect spot so far inside, her vision blurred, her mind grew fuzzy, and every bit of her focus zeroed in on that blinding pleasure surging toward her.

“Not yet, mono mia.”

His mouth lifted from her throat. He pulled free of her body. She gasped as he