Mia gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair when he increased the suction, two fingers plunging deep into her silky wetness.
He didn’t show her mercy, fucking her with his fingers as his tongue worked her clit.
“Yes.”Gasp. “Oh God,yes.”
Her wails spurred him to kick it up a notch on all fronts, her sharp inhale followed by a cry tore a feral growl from his lungs.
He’d lost count of how many times he had growled since Mia walked into his apartment. Either way, it was as many growls as he had produced in a lifetime. Possessive caveman wasn’t his style, but, then again, neither was hate sex.
Yet, here he was, lust burning through his veins as he pulled his fingers out of Mia’s clenching pussy, spurring his tongue into her, tasting her climax with ravenous hunger. Wyatt clasped her narrow hips and rocked her over his face, flattening his tongue and licking her into another orgasm.
“Baise-moi, Wyatt,” she whimpered, begging him to fuck her, tugging at his hair desperately. “Baise-moi.”
It should have been his moment of triumph, when he gave her that cocky grin that got her all riled up and swearing up a storm in French, instead he growled,again, burying his face between her thighs and ravaging her until she was shaking underneath him.
“Such a sweet pussy,” he groaned before taking her clit between his lips and sucking hard, causing Mia to buck under him with a whimper. “I could eat you out all night.”
“I want your cock again,” Mia moaned in a voice hoarse from screaming.
Wyatt kissed his way up her body, delirious from her taste, crashing his mouth against hers and slamming into her tight pussy. Her knees were still draped over his shoulders, allowing a deep penetration that had Mia gasping for air. Wyatt didn’t pause before starting to pound her hard and fast.
It wasn’t about winning anymore, it wasn’t even about gratification. The need surging through Wyatt’s body with every thrust was animalistic,barbaric, as Mia had called him a few minutes ago. He wanted to break her, ruin her, make her body his. Wyatt was spellbound by this woman who would rather see him back across the ocean, probably sunk in it, even, and he couldn’t care less.
With Mia’s fingers tangled in his hair, heels urging his upper back, nails digging into his scalp, and her pert body tightening around him as they both thundered towards the edge together, all Wyatt knew was that something bigger than indulgence was happening.
His head buried in the crook of Mia’s neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent ofthem, and it was all it took for his mind to go blank. Searing white heat blinded his vision as he roared into Mia’s skin, fists twisted into the sheets as her own climax milked him for all he was worth.
They were spent, a tangle of glistening, panting flesh. Two sparks that had ignited into a blazing inferno and were now struggling to find oxygen as their fires reduced to a flickering flame.
Wyatt had never experienced anything like it, and one word possessed every corner of his mind—more.
Mia
More.
The craving was unrelenting, consuming Mia’s still quaking body. All she wanted was more of Wyatt, more sweaty, entwined bodies shaking and gasping for air together.
“You have fifteen minutes,” Wyatt growled into her ear, and Mia’s eyes snapped open, the euphoric high fading into painful awareness at the thought that Wyatt was kicking her out less than two minutes after giving her the best orgasm of her life. “And then—round two.”
Relief washed Mia, and she welcomed Wyatt’s mouth over hers, his lips trailing down her neck and body before he retreated to the bathroom. By the time he was back, Mia had retrieved the bottle of eau de vie from the kitchen and was stretched out on the bed, sipping from her cordial.
“I poured you some.” She pointed at the second cordial waiting on the nightstand.
“I can think of better ways to drink than from a glass,” Wyatt said with a smirk, crawling over her and tasting the spirit on her lips.
Mia lost track of time as the night progressed. As far as she was concerned, she could have been in Wyatt’s apartment for days and never realized. All her focus was on him and the feeling of having his body on top of her, under her, surrounding her from every direction and taking over her senses.
When Mia woke up, it was still dark outside, and she had to blink a few times before remembering where she was. Wyatt’s arm was slung over her stomach as he lightly snored, a satisfied smile decorating his handsome face. He really was an attractive man, and he had proven himself a worthy lover.
If only that were enough.
As gently and quietly as she could, Mia slipped out of bed, checking the time and seeing it was 4 am. Wyatt was so deep in his sated sleep he didn’t even budge as Mia collected her clothes and left his flat.
Her body thrummed with delicious aching, every muscle aware and alert, ready for more, but Mia’s mind was reeling with thoughts.
Was that just one night of releasing steam or would there be another? Did she want another?
Too many questions Mia couldn’t deal with at her current level of exhaustion and hunger, not to mention her desperate need for a shower.