“Only mine. You make certain you know that, Pepper. Because I would kill another man who put his cock inside your body. Any man who dared touch you. Do you get that? Make me know that you understand. I want this over and done with so we never have to revisit it. You’re givin’ me your word, your vow and I’m doin’ the same with you. Say you understand that.”
All the while his fingers pushed inside of her and his dangerous, talented thumb never stopped stroking, so that the tension once again began to coil tighter and tighter.
“I understand,” she gasped, closing her eyes, because she did. She gave herself to him. Gave herself to an uncertain future. Wrapped them both in a sexual heat that could be a nightmare they could never escape.
She didn’t care. She wanted him. Wanted this. His hands and mouth on her, his hard body claiming hers. She needed this as she had never needed anything else in her life – and that was the very horror of the moment. Still, she couldn’t stop herself, or him, and she didn’t want to. Hunger lived and breathed in her, clawing for supremacy.
Wyatt fought to hold the raging instincts of the cat under some semblance of control, but the feral nature was totally dominant now, the heat and fire sweeping through coupled with the need to make her know no one could ever touch her. She belonged to him. Belonged. They fit. She was probably the only woman in the world who could match – and take – the fierce domination of the cat that raged so strong in him.
His cock was desperate to feel the hot glide of her wet, silken sheath closing around him like a tight fist. He pushed his fingers deeper just to feel the muscles tightening around him, clamping like a vise. She was perfect. Perfection. A jackhammer beat at his head. Thunder roared in his ears. His tongue fought with hers while his fingers pushed deep over and over, forcing a third orgasm. His. She was his alone. He could do this to her. Bring her to this. Give this to her.
The sounds she made when she came with such wild abandon fed his own wild cravings and he dropped his hands to his jeans, tearing them open, pushing them off his hips so that his erection sprang free. The relief was tremendous, but the cool air didn’t relieve the fierce heat or the terrible hunger.
He caught her wrist and dragged her hand to him, wrapping her palm around his thick throbbing erection. Pepper knew exactly what to do. Her fingers stroked and glided. She cupped his sac and rolled his balls. Her fist closed around him and he was instantly in paradise, but it wasn’t enough.
“Give me your mouth, babe. Put your mouth on me right fuckin’ now.” He bit out the command through clenched teeth. Her fingers kept his cock jerking and throbbing with desperate need as she slid her thumb over the leaking drops, smoothing them over the head and shaft.
His voice was ruthless, his eyes hooded and demanding, his hand on her shoulder, pressing her down, the other fisted in her hair, pulling her head back as she was forced to kneel at his feet. His cock was alive, inflamed, desperate for the feel of her. Every movement she made was sensual, her skin, her eyes, her hair, her pouting mouth.
He was hot, but she fanned the flames with the way she knelt, her knees wide, feet tucked under her, her eyes on his as she allowed him to guide her head to his cock. He could see droplets of moisture, glittering like diamonds caught in the whorls of tiny curls at the junction of her legs. She looked impossibly sexy, her large eyes drenched in purple, the diamond burst beckoning toward heaven.
“Your mouth,” he demanded, harshly, a warning growl rumbling in his throat and chest. “Give me your damn mouth.” He knew what she was doing, making him wait for it, driving him toward the edge of his control, but he was already there.
Damn it, Pepper, don’ be stupid. You can see how I am. Don’ push me any further. You already have marks all over your body. He was rough with her and he knew the violence swirling in him would only make him rougher. “Get your fuckin’ mouth on me right now.” He gripped her long, thick hair harder, pushing her face toward his inflamed cock. He had to have her mouth wrapped around him right then or he might not make it through the next few minutes.
There was something truly sensual in seeing her kneeling at his feet, stripped of all clothing, naked, her skin gleaming, breasts high and firm, nipples tight and inviting, her legs open for him while he was fully clothed. His harsh language didn’t make her wince or in any way deter her. She was his match in every way. If she was a little afraid of their union, it only seemed to add to the hunger raging between them.
The head of his cock bumped impressively against her mouth and she slid her small, pink tongue out to lick at him delicately. He groaned as fire shot through his body, a lightning strike that shook him. She lapped at him like a cat might with a bowl of cream, licking up and down his shaft and swirling over the sensitive, flared head. She was killing him.
He jerked her hair, forcing her eyes to meet his. She had the audacity to smile at him. Her tongue teased along her own lips, licking up every pearly drop. His gut twisted and his cock, so long, so thick and so aroused, hurt like a son of a bitch.