milky
evidence of his lust he’d shot all over her skin. He murmured an apology,
yanked his shirt over his head and wiped away his semen. After hitching his
pants and underwear up to his hips, he knelt and gathered her clothes from the
floor and folded them over his arm. Then he rose to his feet, clasped one of
her hands, lowered it from the window and turned her away from the glass to
face him.
“Thank you,” he said before taking her lips. He dipped his
tongue into her mouth and tasted her sweetness. Rowyn arched up to meet his
kiss and deepen it with a hunger that stirred the fire his release hadn’t
extinguished. She slanted her head and sucked on his tongue. And damn if the
suckling motion didn’t throb in his balls. “Come with me,” he growled into her
mouth.
Darius guided her across the room, and as they passed the
couch, he tossed their discarded clothing on the armrest before continuing
toward the bedroom.
They crossed the threshold and he closed the door behind
them. In seconds, he dropped his pants and underwear to the floor and stood as
naked as she. Her soft gasp seemed to resonate in the silent room like a shout
across an empty stadium. She raised her eyes to meet his and he almost grabbed
her to him. Need. Desire. Both darkened her gaze. Then she lowered her lashes
and hid what his mind wanted to believe had also been tenderness.
Rowyn moved close, circled a fingertip around his nipple
then raked a nail over the puckered tip. He sucked in a lungful of air and his
gut clenched. The dusky peaks may have been smaller than her nipples, but they
were no less sensitive. He wanted her mouth on him.
As if hearing his wish, she dipped her head to his chest and
lapped at his flesh. He hissed in pleasure and clasped her head to him. She
coiled her tongue around the hard bump, flicking and sucking.
“Here,” he ordered and didn’t wait way for her to obey but
steered her head to the neglected tip. As she closed her teeth around it, he
couldn’t contain his rumble of pleasure. The woman’s mouth should have been labeled
a lethal weapon—lethal to his control, lethal to his sanity. Lethal to his
soul.
He tugged her head up and crushed a kiss to her mouth. At
the same time, he walked her backward until she bumped the edge of the
mattress. As soon as she fell on the bed, he covered her—his mouth continued to
maraud hers, his chest pressing her breasts, his thighs bracketing her legs,
his cock grinding into the soft give of her stomach.
Rowyn tipped her chin up, disconnecting their mouths. She
dragged in much-needed air. “Darius,” she pleaded, clutching his firm ass,
biting into the taut flesh with her fingernails and silently begging for the
deeper, harder stroke of his cock in her pussy. She felt so empty. She needed
to be penetrated, opened, stretched…filled. Her hips writhed underneath his and
she tried to shift upward and maneuver his rigid length over her sex.
“No,” he objected, nipping her jaw. “Not yet. I want to eat
your sweet pussy before I fuck it.” The blunt, sexual words almost hurtled her
into orgasm. Her pussy spasmed and clenched. “Tell me you want it, sweetheart.
Tell me you want my tongue deep inside you.”
“Yes…” she moaned the reply and, as Darius slid down her
body, planting kisses between her breasts and on her stomach, she scratched his
back and shoulders. “Please, Dar—”
The first swipe of his tongue through her slit tore a
piercing scream from her throat. Her back arched off the mattress and he
grasped her hips to hold her still for his mouth. His hungry rumble vibrated in
her sex.
“God, it’s good.” He stabbed at her clit with his tongue
then curled it around the sensitive nub. She jolted beneath him and he
tightened his grip. Ruthlessly he lashed and suckled, driving her to the very
brink before drawing her back, only to start all over again. Yet when he tilted
her hips at a higher angle and slanted his head to thrust his tongue into
evidence of his lust he’d shot all over her skin. He murmured an apology,
yanked his shirt over his head and wiped away his semen. After hitching his
pants and underwear up to his hips, he knelt and gathered her clothes from the
floor and folded them over his arm. Then he rose to his feet, clasped one of
her hands, lowered it from the window and turned her away from the glass to
face him.
“Thank you,” he said before taking her lips. He dipped his
tongue into her mouth and tasted her sweetness. Rowyn arched up to meet his
kiss and deepen it with a hunger that stirred the fire his release hadn’t
extinguished. She slanted her head and sucked on his tongue. And damn if the
suckling motion didn’t throb in his balls. “Come with me,” he growled into her
mouth.
Darius guided her across the room, and as they passed the
couch, he tossed their discarded clothing on the armrest before continuing
toward the bedroom.
They crossed the threshold and he closed the door behind
them. In seconds, he dropped his pants and underwear to the floor and stood as
naked as she. Her soft gasp seemed to resonate in the silent room like a shout
across an empty stadium. She raised her eyes to meet his and he almost grabbed
her to him. Need. Desire. Both darkened her gaze. Then she lowered her lashes
and hid what his mind wanted to believe had also been tenderness.
Rowyn moved close, circled a fingertip around his nipple
then raked a nail over the puckered tip. He sucked in a lungful of air and his
gut clenched. The dusky peaks may have been smaller than her nipples, but they
were no less sensitive. He wanted her mouth on him.
As if hearing his wish, she dipped her head to his chest and
lapped at his flesh. He hissed in pleasure and clasped her head to him. She
coiled her tongue around the hard bump, flicking and sucking.
“Here,” he ordered and didn’t wait way for her to obey but
steered her head to the neglected tip. As she closed her teeth around it, he
couldn’t contain his rumble of pleasure. The woman’s mouth should have been labeled
a lethal weapon—lethal to his control, lethal to his sanity. Lethal to his
soul.
He tugged her head up and crushed a kiss to her mouth. At
the same time, he walked her backward until she bumped the edge of the
mattress. As soon as she fell on the bed, he covered her—his mouth continued to
maraud hers, his chest pressing her breasts, his thighs bracketing her legs,
his cock grinding into the soft give of her stomach.
Rowyn tipped her chin up, disconnecting their mouths. She
dragged in much-needed air. “Darius,” she pleaded, clutching his firm ass,
biting into the taut flesh with her fingernails and silently begging for the
deeper, harder stroke of his cock in her pussy. She felt so empty. She needed
to be penetrated, opened, stretched…filled. Her hips writhed underneath his and
she tried to shift upward and maneuver his rigid length over her sex.
“No,” he objected, nipping her jaw. “Not yet. I want to eat
your sweet pussy before I fuck it.” The blunt, sexual words almost hurtled her
into orgasm. Her pussy spasmed and clenched. “Tell me you want it, sweetheart.
Tell me you want my tongue deep inside you.”
“Yes…” she moaned the reply and, as Darius slid down her
body, planting kisses between her breasts and on her stomach, she scratched his
back and shoulders. “Please, Dar—”
The first swipe of his tongue through her slit tore a
piercing scream from her throat. Her back arched off the mattress and he
grasped her hips to hold her still for his mouth. His hungry rumble vibrated in
her sex.
“God, it’s good.” He stabbed at her clit with his tongue
then curled it around the sensitive nub. She jolted beneath him and he
tightened his grip. Ruthlessly he lashed and suckled, driving her to the very
brink before drawing her back, only to start all over again. Yet when he tilted
her hips at a higher angle and slanted his head to thrust his tongue into
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