Doogan gave a rough, pleased little chuckle as he nipped at her hip, his hands stroking her thighs, his body easing between them.
“I hate you,” she cried out, staring down at him, trembling at the sight of the hunger in his eyes. “Untie me.”
“Not on your sweet life, baby.” His eyes were nearly black, his expression fierce with the sexual need raging inside him.
And dominant. There was a deepening, dark dominance tightening his features, turning them savage in their intensity.
Before she could make the demand to release her again, his hand landed on the swollen folds of her sex, a quick little pat, amplified by the moisture lying thick and slick on her inner lips.
Zoey froze, the sensations that ripped through her body holding her mesmerized, eyes wide, her gaze locked with his.
“I’ll untie you,” he growled, his hand cupping her, his palm applying pressure to the swollen bud of her clit. “But if I do, I won’t do this anymore.”
His hand lifted, then landed again, the sharp, fiery pleasure surged through her, stealing her breath.
A hoarse, broken cry spilled from her, her hips arching, savage desperation rolling through her.
“Just a little more pleasure, baby,” he promised. “Just a little higher. And then, when I push inside that tight little pussy you’re going to cum for me at the first thrust. You’ll tighten and ripple around my cock. You’ll scream for me, and you won’t stop coming until I’ve finished. Over and over, Zoey. So much pleasure we’ll both die a little from it.”
His hand landed again.
Her hips jerked upward as she sobbed, the sound strangled and harsh. Furious need burned through her. Sensation seared her. It traveled through her body, sending a rush of hungry demands zipping through her.
She would kill him if he pushed her so high she was unable to orgasm. If he did her as she had often found her own desires would do. Become so desperate, so aching that no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t satisfy the hunger.
“Your clit’s so swollen and tight.” A waft of heated air blew over the painfully swollen bud, causing her to shudder at the caress. “And your pussy’s so wet. So sweet and wet and so ready for me.”
His tongue licked through the narrow slit. The slow, heated lick was a lash of pure ecstatic pleasure. Better than anything, the hunger for more clawing through her senses now. Her hips writhed. Bucking against the licking strokes that drove her into a storm so chaotic she wondered if she’d survive it.
“Damn, Zoey, your pussy’s so sweet and hot,” he groaned, the vibration of sound pulsing into her clit, making her crazy for more.
Doogan’s forehead pressed against her thigh then, his breath harsh, his tortured moan filling the air around her.
“Just a little more,” he snarled.
A second later his head lifted, his hand landing against the vulnerable folds again, then again, again.
“Doogan . . .” She screamed his name, each heavy caress sending such furious shudders of sensation racing through her that she wondered if she was losing her mind.
Fiery pleasure almost, oh God, just almost detonated inside her.
She was dying. Crying. Begging him . . .
“Doogan, please.” Her gaze locked with his, her breathing so hard, so harsh she could barely speak. “Please. Please fuck me now.”
His expression was hard, his dark gaze filled with carnal hunger and desperate pleasure as he rose between her thighs. One hand wrapped around the heavy width of his cock, his fingers stroking the shaft once, twice, before he released the ties at her ankles with one tug of the cord restraining them.
“Bend your knees,” he snapped, dragging a pillow from beside her head. “Lift for me.”
Her hips lifted, anticipation shredding her senses as he pushed it beneath her, angling her hips upward, displaying her sex to his avid gaze and her shocked one.
“Watch,” he snapped, coming to her and dragging her thighs over his, his cock pressing against the clenched entrance he sought. “Watch, Zoey. Don’t you close your eyes. Watch me take you.”
Holding on to her thigh with one hand, he eased closer, the wide head parting her, pressing into her, stretching her with such flaming pleasure that Zoey felt the pressure expanding in her clit.
“First thrust,” he snarled. “You’re going to start coming, baby. You’re going to die for a minute right here, my cock filling you, working deeper and deeper inside you. Let it have you, witch. No worries.” His thighs bunched beneath hers. “No worries, give it to me . . .”
She watched.