He quieted me with his lips, and I was helpless to do anything except wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. I was pissed, I was hormonal. I was also growing hungry; food did little to fill the emptiness in my stomach. He, however, could fill the ache, and would.
One minute we were in the pool wrapped around each other, and the next…I was on my back with him hovering above me, a soft blanket underneath us. His hands braced on either side of my head, before he lowered his hot mouth back to claim mine. I moaned as his kiss consumed and erased the troubles of my mind. I knew he was doing it on purpose to stop the fight.
When he pulled away, I was left breathless and panting.
“I didn’t bring you here to fight or argue,” he ground out as he shook his wet head, which made me squeal.
“You are as bad as a wet dog!”
“Speaking of wet dogs, yours is here. He’s found a pack of Shifters that has accepted him since his own was killed.”
“Gabe is here?” I smiled.
“I missed this,” he whispered, going down on his elbows as his finger skimmed the tender skin over my smile.
“Is that all you missed?” I inquired in a teasing tone. I was so lost around him. One minute I wanted him and in the next I turned mafia. I wanted him maimed in very bad ways.
His lips turned up in the corners and he shook his head, sending even more water shimmering from the inky tips. “I missed this,” he whispered before he dropped his head and kissed my lips gently. “And this,” he said when he pulled away and licked the pulse that was currently speeding up at the hollow column of my neck.
I felt his magic whisper through the air as it magnified his kiss as if he had a thousand mouths and all of them were touching my skin at once. I moaned and lifted my hips toward where his hardness pressed firmly against my need.
“I miss the sounds you make as I take you. I miss the noise you make when I fill you full of my cock. The way your eyes light up when they meet mine, wanting more,” he replied as our swimsuits disappeared from his magic. “I miss the feel of your nakedness against mine,” he continued, even as I parted my legs for him.
“I miss this, Pet. The way you let me, even though you’re unsure of what will happen,” he whispered against my ear, as his fingers skimmed over my stomach and stopped between my legs. “I love how wet you get when you know I’m going to fuck you sweet, long and hard.”
“I need you,” I whimpered, fighting the urge to flip him over and just take what I needed from him.
“I’m going to tell you how I plan to fuck you. Do you want to know what I plan on doing to you?” he asked as a growl rose from deep in his chest.
I nodded, unable to make words come out.
“I’m going to spread your legs.” He did, holding my legs apart until it was almost painful from being stretched as far as they would go. “I’m going to lick you.” His head lowered and his tongue lavished my sleek heat until I thought I would go crazy from it. “I’m going to fuck you, like this.” One finger entered, and then another joined, and another, until it, too, became painful as he stretched me.
I moved my hips, or tried, but his hold on my stomach held me immobile. I moaned and tried to, anyway. He smiled as his eyes locked with mine, and then slowly he lowered his mouth and flicked the sensitive nub there. He continued to do it, holding my eyes locked with his golden heat.
His fingers entered and slid out, only to plunge deeper. He curved them, finding the place inside that made my mind grow dizzy as the impending orgasm tried to find purchase. The minute I got close, he pulled his hand out and waited.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, and so deep that you will scream my name, Princess. Your body will tremble, your insides will melt, you will be wild with need, but you won’t come, not until I allow it. I want you so fucking wild with lust that you beg me to come. That you will beg me to allow you to find release, and only then will I allow you to come on my tongue.”
“Ryder, please,” I begged as his fingers penetrated me again.
“I love my name on your lips; the way you beg for me when I drive you wild,” he said as his mouth hovered against my *, close enough that his hot breath fanned the sensitive skin.
My hands dug into his silky hair, but he easily caught and detangled them, before he held them with one hand against my stomach. He lifted his head and started to slowly climb up my body.
“Do you want me, Synthia?”
“Yes,” I whimpered through the heavy panting of my breath that refused to slow and was steadily becoming labored from his ministrations.