And I can’t stop. God help us both… I can’t stop or let her go.
Breaking the kiss, I trailed my mouth along her cheek, over her jawline, and down to her throat. I groaned deeply against her neck, knowing this was the first time she was experiencing this, male pride filling me that it was me who gave it to her.
She’ll only ever know this pleasure from me.
Her surrender, her clear need for me, was nearly my undoing. Groaning, all I could think about was all the ways I wanted to make her mine, every filthy, obscene… permanent way she could be marked and claimed by me. I felt primal, wild, this primitive animal who just wanted to please his mate.
I flattened my tongue and ran it up the length of her neck, her skin so fucking sweet I groaned like I couldn’t help myself. Because I can’t.
In my mind, I could see the scene so clearly, could picture her in the center of my bed, my scent covering her, her hair fanned out on my pillows, her legs spread so nothing was hidden from me. While licking her neck, I moved my hands down to her chest, cupping her breasts, groaning against her throat, and wanting her clothes off, her skin pressed to mine as I swallowed her moans.
Even through her shirt and bra, I felt how rock-hard her nipples were, and as I added pressure, she sucked in a breath, as if the peaks were far too sensitive for even that small caress.
And all I wanted to do was to pull the material away, tear the fucking fabric off her body until there was nothing between us.
“Flora,” I groaned and closed my eyes, digging my cock against her belly, rolling my hips so that stiff length dug into her. God, she felt good. My dick jerked against my zipper, a painful reminder that I was harder than fucking lead.
And the longer I caressed her breasts, the more I rolled my hips against her, my cock pressed to her soft, feminine belly, the more I was losing my control. I could orgasm from just this.
“Baby… you feel that, feel what you do to me?” I was being vulgar, needing her to see, to feel my physical desire for her.
“God,” she gasped and let her head fall back. I ran the tip of my nose up the bared column of her throat, then followed that same path with my tongue. “Yes. I feel all of you.”
“It’s all for you. Only you.” Truer words had never been spoken.
She moaned, and the sound went right into my body, settling in my dick so the length jerked almost violently.
I gripped her chin with my thumb and forefinger, making her look at me for only a second before I started kissing her. I ran my tongue along the seam of her lips before dipping it into the hot recess of her mouth.
Fuuuck. So sweet.
All kinds of possessiveness slammed into me. She had this drugged expression covering her face, and the very male part of me, the side that was a fiend for her, pushed forward. There was no way I could give her the soft and easy like she deserved. Right here, right now, I was a fucking animal just waiting to be let free.
“I’m trying…” I paused, swallowed, breathed out slowly. “I’m trying to stay in control—”
“Don’t.”
I swayed, my big body so affected by a simple word because it’d come from her.
“Take me to your room,” she moaned, and my control snapped. I lifted her up into my arms, and the feeling of her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms around my neck, and her lips on mine, had a primal growl leaving me.
My place was small, but even so, I got to the bedroom in record fucking speed. I shut the door, closing us in, and let her slide down my body. Fuck, that feels good. She was small and soft where I was big and hard.
I knew I probably looked feral as I watched her, because she took a step back as if hesitant, but the desire grew on her face. And the longer we stared at each other, not moving, the harder she breathed.
I stepped closer, so close that when I leaned down, our mouths nearly touched. The feeling of her little pants moving across my lips had my cock jerking painfully. I ran my tongue along the seam of her mouth, her flavor making me groan. I wasn't thinking clearly right now, didn’t even care how crude I was being. “I want to leave my mark on you.”
She gasped but didn’t move away.
“I don’t know how much longer I can wait for you to… mark me.”
Holy. Fucking. Hell. I closed my eyes at her softly—but passionately—spoken words. Resting my forehead against hers, I breathed in and out, my eyes closed, my need so intense I was on the verge of shaking.