Passions Recalled: Forbidden Passions, Book 2 by Loribelle Hunt Page A

long hissing breath and stripped off her jeans. Unwrapping her fingers from his length, he stepped away and grinned. He looked her over, a lascivious, possessive gleam in his eyes.
    “Two can play that game,” he replied, then lifted her to the counter.
    He set his hands on the inside of her knees and slowly caressed upwards. As he did, he spread her thighs wide and sank to his knees. When he reached the apex, he draped her legs over his shoulders and tugged her forward until her butt rested right on the edge. The first swipe of his tongue over her pussy made her grit her teeth to hold in the scream. If she started screaming now she’d be hoarse by the time she came, and she knew from experience he’d keep her on the edge forever if he was enjoying her cries too much. She didn’t think she could take that after a year of celibacy.
    He lifted his head. “Stay with me, baby.” His smile was slow and knowing. “No holding back.”
    He bent back down, and his lips found her clit. He sucked it, applying just the right amount of teeth, and she moaned. It sounded impossibly loud to her, and she wondered what insanity had made her think she could control her reaction to him. As if to reward her vocalizing, he suckled harder, adding an extra bite of teeth and a finger thrusting into her pussy. She clamped around him, felt the shudders of an orgasm begin, and he moved his head, biting the inside of her thigh, the sharp pain reminding her who was in charge.
    “Too soon,” he said.
    She wanted to sob. How could it be too soon? That first time, a little while ago in his room, had been the first time in months and it wasn’t nearly enough to take the edge off.
    He worked another finger inside her, then another, stretching her cunt to accommodate his girth. His fingers hooked to rub against her G-spot, and she arched against him, again biting back a scream. He laughed softly.
    “What is it, baby? If you’re ready to come, all you have to do ask.”
    He stopped stroking with his fingers, keeping them still and in place. She tried to move her hips, get the action going again, but he held her still. It was maddening—she was right on the edge.
    “Oh God,” she moaned.
    She rolled her head against the cabinet behind her. He wanted her to beg, and she was going to end up doing it eventually. Might as well stop fighting it. Her body was so tight with need it wouldn’t take much.
    “What’s it going to be, Celeste?”
    There was a little bite in his tone and a lot of enjoyment. He was enjoying taunting her, enjoying the control he had over her body and, unless she missed her guess, he thought of it as a small punishment for thinking she was dead. His tongue trailed lazily up her inner thigh, explored the outside of her pussy with the same lazy disregard while avoiding her clit. She wanted him to make better use of it.
    “Jason. Please. Let me come.”
    “Hmm, maybe in a minute, baby.”
    His fingers straightened away from her G-spot and began a slow gentle glide in and out of her. The fire that burned in her veins increased and when his teeth nibbled on her clit, she didn’t hold back the scream. She panted with the need to come.
    “Jason, quit teasing and fuck me already,” she yelled.
    He lurched to his feet, murmured, “I thought you’d never ask,” and claimed her mouth and pussy at the same time. A thrust of his tongue in her mouth and the stroke of his cock in her cunt were all it took, and she came apart. Her body shook with the force while her mind shattered. She was aware of him moving inside her, faster and harder, until he too cried out.
    They stayed still for several minutes, spent and breathing hard. When he lifted his head and pushed her hair from her face, his finger lightly rubbed over the old scar.
    “Dinner?” he asked.
    She shrugged. “Sandwiches and stew. I was hungry.”
    He stepped back and grinned, helping to set her on her feet and steady her. He bent and handed her her clothes.
    “Almost like