Fuck, I’d forgotten how good she tasted—pure sin from the mouth of an angel.
I’d licked at the salt of her tears this morning, but those were apologetic kisses, meant to soothe.
I didn’t want to soothe her now. I wanted to consume her.
As soon as her lips parted for me, my tongue surged into her mouth on a hungry growl. My other hand eased up her thigh, the reverent touch contrasting with the almost brutal way I claimed her lips. I nipped at them, kissing her hard enough to make them swollen.
Good. I wanted her to bear marks of my possession. I might not be able to mark her skin like I truly wanted, but I could allow myself this one dark pleasure. I knew my sweet, pure angel was far too innocent for all the kinky things I wanted to do to her, so I’d hold back.
Mostly.
My fingers dipped beneath the hem of the silk nightgown, and I found her lower lips were swollen, too. She was slick and ready for me. I brushed my thumb over her clit. It was hard, needy. She mewled into my mouth, and I devoured the sound.
I withdrew from her pussy and palmed her breasts, re-learning their weight and shape; memorizing the perfection of her peaked nipples.
It still wasn’t enough. I could feel her through the silk, but I needed to see her.
I tore my mouth from hers, and she made a little sound of protest. Her hands curled into my shoulders, and she tried to pull me closer.
She’d never been a match for my strength. I loved how delicate and fragile she felt in my hands. I might kiss her roughly, but I handled her with aching care.
I guided her down onto her back, stretching her out on the bed beneath me. I placed her arms above her head, squeezing her wrists gently to reinforce my control.
“Don’t move,” I ordered. I was already riding the intoxicating high I got off even this light domination. She was so fucking beautiful in her willing submission to me. She stared up at me with her big blue eyes, her breathing coming fast and shallow. I released her wrists, and her arms remained above her head.
Perfect.
I fisted the silky nightgown in both hands. With one jerk of my arms, the thin material ripped down the middle. The savage tearing sound mingled with my primal growl. I was getting lost in her, drunk on my power over her.
Her wide eyes told me she was shocked by my aggressive actions, but her body reacted beautifully. She gasped and arched her back, thrusting her exposed breasts up to silently beg for my touch.
I settled my weight over her hips, ensuring she was pinned beneath me. She moaned and arched again, struggling to get her nipples closer to my mouth.
I gave her what she wanted, licking the tight buds before gently sucking them. Her head thrashed against the pillow, but she didn’t move her hands in an effort to hold me against her.
I wedged my thigh between her legs, and she rotated her hips, grinding against me. Her wetness marked my jeans. She was eager, desperate.
And so was I.
I couldn’t take the time to get undressed, so I pushed aside the urge to feel her skin sliding against mine. I could indulge that desire that later. Right now, I needed to get inside her more than I needed my next breath.
I reached into Marco’s nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom. Ashlyn watched me, her eyes wild and needy. I bit back a curse and freed my cock from my jeans and boxers, sheathing myself before lining up with her slick opening.
I leaned over her, pressing her deeper into the mattress with my weight. She squirmed beneath me, rubbing herself against me like a needy kitten. But she still didn’t move her arms from above her head.
“Such a good girl,” I praised, brushing her hair back from her cheek. “Are you ready for me, angel?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Please, Joseph. I need you.”
I sank my fingers into her hair, tightening my grip around the lustrous strands as I tipped her head back for a ruthless kiss. She cried out into my mouth when I thrust into her at the same time.
Her inner walls contracted around me, struggling to take to my size after a month of emptiness. My lips firmed around hers as I struggled to control myself. I stilled within h
er, allowing her time to adjust. I should have kissed her more gently, coaxing her. But I couldn’t. Need drove me to the edge of sanity, and I couldn’t be as careful with her as I’d been in the past.
Her muscles finally began to relax around me. Shock tore through me when my little innocent angel wrapped her legs around my hips and dug her heels into my ass, pulling me deeper.
I groaned against her and pulled almost all the way out before driving back into her, hard enough to rock her body beneath mine. She moved with me, drawing me in to the hilt. Animal instinct took over, and I snarled into her mouth. She moaned and opened for me, her tongue dancing with mine.