Everything about him turned me on, from the way he looked and felt beneath my hands to the way he watched me and touched me. His greed and the silent demands he made on my body, the forcefulness with which he pleasured me and took his pleasure in return, drove me wild.
I ran my hands through the wet silk of his hair. The crisp hairs on his chest teased my tightened nipples and the feel of his rock-hard body against mine was enough to make me wet and needy.
“I love your body,” he whispered, his lips moving across my cheek to my throat. His hand caressed the length of my torso from breasts to hip. “I can’t get enough of it.”
“You haven’t had very much of it yet,” I teased.
“I don’t think I’l ever have enough.” Nibbling and licking across my shoulder, he slid down and caught my other nipple between his teeth. He tugged and the tiny dart of pain had my back arching on a soft cry. He soothed the sting with a soft suck; then kissed his way downward. “I’ve never wanted anything this badly.”
“Then do me!”
“Not yet,” he murmured, moving lower, rimming my navel with the tip of his tongue. “You’re not ready yet.”
“What? Ah, God…I can’t get any readier.” I tugged on his hair, trying to pul him up.
Gideon caught my wrists and pinned them to the mattress. “You have a tight little cunt, Eva. I’l bruise you if I don’t get you soft and relaxed.”
A violent shiver of arousal moved through me. It turned me on when he talked so bluntly about sex.
Then he slid lower and I tensed. “No, Gideon. I need to shower for that.”
He buried his face in my cleft and I struggled against his hold, flushed with sudden shame. He nipped at my inner thigh with his teeth. “Stop it.”
“Don’t. Please. You don’t have to do that.” His glare stil ed my frantic movements. “Do you think I feel differently about your body than you do mine?” he asked harshly. “I want you, Eva.”
I licked my dry lips, so crazily turned on by his animal need that I couldn’t form a single word. He growled softly and dove for the slick flesh between my legs. His tongue pushed into me, licking and parting the sensitive tissues. My hips churned restlessly, my body silently begging for more. It felt so good I could’ve wept.
“God, Eva. I’ve wanted my mouth on your cunt every day since I met you.”
As the velvet softness of his tongue flickered over my swol en clit, my head pressed hard into the pil ow.
“Yes. Like that. Make me come.”
He did, with the gentlest of suction and a hard lick. I writhed as the orgasm jolted through me, my core tensing violently, my limbs shaking. His tongue thrust into my sex as it convulsed, rippling along the shal ow penetration, trying to pul him deeper. His groans vibrated against my swol en flesh, goading the climax to rol on and on. Tears stung my eyes and coursed down my temples, the physical pleasure destroying the wal that kept my emotions at bay.
And Gideon didn’t stop. He circled the trembling entrance to my body with the tip of his tongue and lapped at my throbbing clit until I quickened again. Two fingers pushed inside me, curving and stroking. I was so sensitive I thrashed against the onslaught. When he drew on my clit with steady, rhythmic suction, I came again, crying out hoarsely. Then he had three fingers in me, twisting and opening me.
“No.” My head tossed from side to side, every inch of my skin tingling and burning. “No more.”
“Once more,” he coaxed hoarsely. “Once more, then I’l fuck you.”
“I can’t…”
“You wil .” He blew a slow stream of air over my wet flesh, the coolness over fevered skin reawakening raw nerve endings. “I love watching you come, Eva. Love hearing the sounds you make, the way your body quivers…”
He massaged a tender spot inside me and an orgasm pulsed through me in a slow, heated rol of delight, no less devastating for being gentler than the two before it.
His weight and heat left me. In a distant corner of my dazed mind, I heard a drawer opening, fol owed swiftly by the sound of foil tearing. The mattress dipped as he returned, his hands rough now as he yanked me down to the center of the bed. He stretched himself on top of me, pinning me, tucking his forearms on the outside of my biceps and pressing them to my sides, capturing me.
My gaze was riveted to his austerely beautiful face.
His features were harsh with lust, his skin stretched tight over his cheekbones and jaw. His eyes were so dark and dilated they were black, and I knew I was staring into the face of a man who’d passed the limits of his control. It was important to me that he’d made it that far for my benefit and that he’d done so to pleasure and prepare me for what I knew would be a hard ride.
My hands fisted in the bedspread, anticipation building. He’d made sure I got mine, over and over again. This would be for him.
“Fuck me,” I ordered, daring him with my eyes.
I gasped. He was big, hard as stone, and so damn deep. The connection was startlingly intense.
Emotional y. Mental y. I’d never felt so completely…
taken. Possessed.
I wouldn’t have thought I could bear to be restrained during sex, not with my past being what it was, but
