“Don’t?” She lifted her head until our lips were almost touching. There was no denying the attraction or the hunger that threatened to overwhelm us. “I…”
I dragged my finger through her tears before cupping her jaw. “I promise I’ll keep you safe.”
“I believe you.” Her mouth twisted, her eyes still wet and I could swear she was searching my soul to determine if she could place her entire trust in me.
At that moment all rational thoughts shut down, the longing for her the only thing I could think about. God help us both, but I wanted her.
As I crushed my mouth over hers, her body reacted instantly, molding against mine as if made to fit against the heat of my body.
At that moment, nothing else mattered but touching her.
Tasting her.
Fucking her.
* * *
Willow
My body burned for him, a man I didn’t know but one who’d slayed several monsters in order to keep me alive. As soon as he captured my mouth, my nipples hardened to the point they ached as they’d done before, only more so by being in his arms. As he thrust his tongue inside, a moan escaped around the kiss, floating between us like a beacon of wanton desire.
His hold on my wrists was firm, the heat of his body igniting the embers I’d purposely kept buried deep inside. I’d been hurt before, refusing to bother trying again. But this man, this rough and tough Army man had awakened an intense yearning.
Viper swept his tongue inside, taking his time as he explored every inch of my mouth. I was shocked at my body’s response, the need furrowing into an uncontrollable moment. I’d never felt this way before being in a man’s arms, not a single time. We were dancing on the precipice of danger, but that only added gasoline to the already raging fire, pushing our limits to a place we both knew shouldn’t occur.
Yet as his kiss became more dominant, his tongue controlling mine, I didn’t care about anything but being in his arms, longing to have him drive his cock deep inside. My pussy quivered, clenching and releasing as he issued a single growl. The sound was husky, seductive in a way few could understand. I couldn’t care less what he did to me as long as he fucked me.
When he broke the moment of intimacy, he took gulping breaths, the look on his face predatory. “This can’t happen,” he huffed.
“No.”
He shook his head, closing his eyes before sliding his hand behind my head, lifting my chin with his thumb. Another growl erupted from his throat as he dragged his tongue along my jaw, slowly lowering his head until he was able to rake his teeth across my neck.
I eased my leg around his, keeping my back arched as he teased my skin, creating wave after wave of tingles. I didn’t care whether this was against the rules, only that he was touching me. Tasting me. The roughness of his tongue contributed to the goosebumps popping along every inch of skin, increasing the ache between my legs.
The scent of our combined needs was strong, his so masculine my breath was taken away. As I rubbed my stomach against him, the friction was enough he moaned, the sound deep and throaty.
“Be careful,” he whispered, his eyes glassy as he stared into mine. “I like it rough, sweetheart.”
“Just fuck me.”
He smirked slightly before pulling me away from the wall, releasing my hands long enough to yank the tank top over my head, tossing it aside with enough force I laughed nervously. It had been a long time since I’d been with a man. Somehow, I knew this rogue would become savage, devouring me. And I’d never wanted anyone more.
“So damn beautiful. Are you going to obey me?” he asked.
“Never.”
Viper slammed me against the wall, cupping both breasts. Almost immediately he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, lifting his head as he plucked and twisted. Stars floated in front of my eyes from the intensity of pain, enough so I gasped several times.
“Oh, God.”
“I’m not a god, sweetheart, just the devil in disguise.” His voice was entirely different, so deep and throaty that I almost didn’t recognize it.
I couldn’t stop panting as I ran my fingers through his hair, blinking several times as he rolled his lips down my neck between my breasts. Then he shifted from one hardened bud to the other, alternating between pulling the tender tissue between his teeth and tormenting them with his fingers.
The moment was surreal, leaving me breathless as the anticipation of having his cock buried inside continued to grow. I eased my hand between us, finally able to stroke his cloth-covered cock. The man was huge, his shaft throbbing in my fingers. I dragged my tongue across my lips, longing to drop to my knees and suck him.
He pulled my hands away, giving me an authoritative look. When he pulled his head away, nipping first one nipple then the other, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He took a step back, ripping his shirt over his head, exposing his incredible muscles.