Sliding one hand from her back to her buttocks, his fingers curled around her firm, wounded globes as he lifted her off her petite feet, turned, and all but stumbled to the large bed at the far end of the room.
He paused only long enough to strip the hated throb from her body. If he never saw another of those hated garments shrouding the perfection of her body then it would be far too soon.
“Lay down,” he growled as he stripped himself. The loose tunic and trousers came off, along with the even looser white underpants and the custom-made hiking boots he had worn.
She didn’t move to obey him, rather she stared back at him defiantly, her breasts rising and falling quickly, tight, hard little nipples beckoning him.
“You lay down. ” Breathless, heat filling her voice along with the defiance. The sound of it had the head of his dick throbbing imperatively.
He almost allowed a smile to tug at his lips.
“Do you think it works that way?” he asked silkily. “Oh Paige, precious, it doesn’t work that way. ” She was pushing at him, defying him and expecting to get away with it.
Turning his fingers in her hair, he pulled her head back and took the taste of her hunger with his lips again.
She tasted innocent. Her lips moved beneath his with just a hint of hesitancy, as though she hadn’t kissed in a while. As though she had never been kissed by a man intent on drowning out her deepest hunger.
A hunger he would have, no matter the lengths he had to go to.
Jerking her against him until his cock pressed firmly into the flesh of her belly.
The heat of her body seared the sensitive head of his cock, drawing a pulse of precome from the bloated head.
Sinking his tongue past her lips to possess the sweet nectar of her hunger.
It wasn’t submission she gave him. As his tongue pressed against the seam of her lips, they tightened, and pushing forward past their resistance he found her teeth locked tight to him.
Her fists were unclenched, her nails rasping against his shoulders like a little kitten kneading in pleasure.
Removing his hand from her hair he gripped her jaw instead, his thumb and two fingers pressing into the back of her jaw to force her teeth and lips to part.
A ragged little groan left her throat as his tongue forged inside to stroke against hers and to taste her need. It was there, the hunger and heat meeting his and flaming out of control.
Her nails pricked at his flesh as he arched her closer to him. The demand in his cock was beating through his body, thundering through his bloodstream.
Damn her. She nearly had his knees trembling from no more than her kiss. No more than her heated body arching, her stomach stroking against his dick.
Pumping his tongue into her mouth he nearly groaned as she suckled at it, hungry, sweet dreams of her heated mouth that had his cock jerking and throbbing from the engorged crest along the heavy thick shaft.
He wanted her mouth there. He wanted to stare down at her, watch her take him, watch her suck him, watch as her hot little tongue licked around it.
He pulled his head back, the breath rasping from his chest as he watched her eyes slowly flutter open.
Pleasure reflected in the brilliancy of her emerald eyes, the flushed features of her face. Her tongue peeked out to flutter against her lips, the sight of it drawing his balls tight with desire.
“Suck my cock. ” The demand had her face flushing further and lust deepening in her gaze.
He stroked his hands up her shoulders, pressing against them to ease her to her knees, the demand imperative, the need clawing at his spine.
Not that she did as he expected. She didn’t go immediately to her knees. She didn’t suck his cock into the fiery furnace of her mouth.
Instead—
She destroyed him.
She tore aside the fragile illusions of cynicism.
She used that ragged wound growing in his soul.