“Beautiful.”
He spread her legs apart and knelt between them, gaze focused on her pussy. She felt a hot flush spread up her chest to her face. She’d never felt so exposed. His palms rested on the insides of her legs, just above her knees, and she wondered when he would move them. When he’d stroke her into orgasm. Her hips lifted in unspoken demand and he looked up to meet her gaze, a wicked grin on his face.
“Did you want something, baby?”
Now he was going to tease her? She rolled her eyes. “Yes. You have me at your mercy. The least you could do is put me out of my misery.”
“Misery, is it?” His smile broadened a moment before his expression turned serious, almost solemn. “I’ve dreamed so often of having you at my mercy, Gia. The things I plan to do to you…”
He let the thought trail off and her eyes narrowed. That didn’t sound so good. “What things?”
He bent over and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Hard. She’d almost forgotten the question when he released it.
“Good things,” he whispered against her, his tongue lapping over her nipple. “I’m going to make you feel so good, give you so much pleasure, you’ll never consider leaving me. You’ll never want to.”
God, was that insecurity in his voice? She couldn’t believe it, but he met her eyes again, and it was clear to see. The bond wouldn’t allow them to separate without a whole lot of pain, a choice she doubted either would make. But even though he tied her to him in the most permanent way, he wanted her to choose him. Knowing that did something funny to her heart. She tried to reach down to cup his face before she remembered she couldn’t. Once she would have panicked. Not now.
“I’m not going anywhere, Anthony,” she whispered, letting him see the truth of it in her eyes. She was afraid he might see her heart there too, but no, she wasn’t that far gone yet. It was like he read her mind.
“I’m going to make you love me, baby, if it takes the rest of my life,” he promised.
She forgot to breathe. And then she forgot all the reasons against caring about him too much, all the reasons for holding a bit of herself back. He concentrated on her nipples. One he rolled between his thumb and finger while he sucked the other between his teeth. She screamed, the pleasure was so intense. So perfect. She sobbed when he moved, wanting to feel that exquisite mouth on her again.
But he didn’t pay attention to her protest, kissing his way down her body. He paused a moment to explore her navel with his tongue then licked his way to the curls that hid her pussy. He spread her lips and blew a hot breath over her.
She tried to lift her pelvis, hoping, desperately needing his mouth on her there. He held her still easily, one strong forearm across her hips holding her where he wanted her. He looked up the length of her body to meet her gaze.
“I want everything, Gia. All of you.”
She shook her head. It must be the mating bond that let her know what he meant by that statement. Complete trust. He wanted her to drop every barrier, to give over all control to him. It was too much, too soon. But tempting. He watched her struggle with the idea, and she wanted to scream at him. Just fuck her already. Wasn’t this enough of a first step? Maybe later she’d be able to give him what he wanted. But not yet.
“Yes, baby. All of you. Right now.”
Had she spoken aloud? She didn’t get to ask because he chose that moment to put his mouth on her. He started with an open-mouthed kiss, a brief, soft brush. Then he pushed his tongue into her sex. She tried to meet his thrusts, the orgasm building so quickly she knew she’d come in seconds, but he stopped. Moved on to lap at her clit. Just as good. Better in fact.
But again, he didn’t let her come. He kept her right on the edge, his knowledge of her body absolute. Every time she was close, he moved to another spot or slowed his strokes or completely changed his rhythm. Each time she wanted to weep in desperate need. She thrashed in his hold, but still he didn’t give her what she wanted.
And then she knew. He wasn’t going to until she gave him what he wanted. She stopped struggling to keep any control and gave into the temptation, gave into the urge to just let everything go. Let him take over. Under any other circumstances she would have laughed at the sense of male triumph she felt through the bond.
He robbed her of the power of speech or anything else, however. She couldn’t even moan. He sucked her clit between his teeth and didn’t let go until she was shaking, until she was screaming his name and begging him to fuck her.
He didn’t make her ask twice. He moved up her body with werewolf speed, claiming her lips in an almost brutal kiss as his cock thrust into her. He took her hard and fast, and she wrapped her legs around his hips to hold on. Her body on fire, another orgasm building fast, and she knew he was close too. A damned shame. She didn’t want this feeling to ever stop.
But of course, it had to. She came, the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. It felt as if her mind splintered, her body shattered. She wasn’t sure if she knew how to put the pieces back together and when Anthony came too, whispering I love you in her ear,
