Torment: Reckless Desires (Dark Wolves Book 1) by Elianne Adams Page A

she thought she might have to look away, but then he groaned and pulled her closer again. Bringing his hand up to the back of her head, he held her in place. He swiped his tongue across her bottom lip, then the top. When she opened up to let him in, he moaned and slipped inside.
    He closed his eyes as he pulled her flush against him. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest.
    “Delana,” he whispered on a sigh when he pulled his lips away and trailed kisses down her neck. The heat of his mouth on her body had need pulsing through her. Her nipples puckered, and her clit throbbed. She’d had his lips—his mouth—on her back at his camp, but this was different. The madness of the moment wasn’t the same. It wasn’t any less potent, but different. If this is what he did to her before he touched her, she couldn’t imagine how good it would feel when he got to the areas that needed attention most.
    When he reached the neckline of her shirt—his shirt—his growl, an impatient sound, vibrated from his chest. Before she could even think to move, the shirt was gone, and her bare skin made contact with his. All that separated them were the jeans he still wore.
    She didn’t have time to worry about how the shirt disappeared. He brought his mouth down to the valley between her breasts as he slid his entire body lower. When she tried to wiggle to reach the snap of his jeans, he held her in place with a gentle hand on her chest.
    “Don’t move.”
    “Are you always this bossy in bed?” she asked, softening the question with a grin. It didn’t matter. She loved that he took charge.
    A sexy growl, which vibrated straight to her clit, was his only response as he drew her nipple between his lips and sucked. The softness of his tongue around the pebbled tip had her gasping. Over and over he circled it, then flicked the tip before repeating the torture.
    Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, he moved to the other breast, using his fingers, teasing the one he left. He tugged on her already sensitive bud as he sucked the other between his lips. Arching her back, she pushed herself closer, needing more.
    “Khet, please,” she begged.
    Each pull of his lips had need pulsing hotter between her thighs. She couldn’t keep from thrusting against him. She needed so much more. He let go of her nipple with a pop, then grazed his teeth over it, making her whimper.
    “What do you want, Muhurua?” he asked her, his eyes locked on hers as he kissed down her belly to stop at her navel. He teased the tender skin of her inner thigh with the tips of his fingers, stroking up and down a few times. She didn’t hesitate, spreading her legs wide. She wanted this—him—so much it hurt.
    “I want you to touch me,” she told him still holding his gaze.
    The corners of his lips tipped up, and the tip of his tongue darted out to wet them. “Like this?” he asked her as he brought one thick finger down her slit. The caress was soft—too soft. Thrusting her hips forward, she tried to take what she needed, but he shook his head and held her hips to the mattress with his other hand. “I asked you not to move.”
    “You’re driving me crazy. I need you. I need you inside me,” she whined.
    “All you had to do was ask, Muhurua.”
    His finger was back, and when he slid it between her folds, Delana closed her eyes and moaned. So good. But she needed more. Before she could ask for what she needed, he slid his finger up and down again, coating it in her juices before going to her opening. “Look at me,” he commanded.
    As soon as her eyes popped open, he slid his finger home.
    He was a big man, with big hands, and big fingers. He slid it all the way in, then out again, curling his finger up to stroke her just right. When he pulled out the third time, he paused for a moment, then nipped her lower belly before sliding a second finger inside her.
    Gasping, she tried to keep still, but the pleasure rushing through her had her arching her