“Wyatt.” She called his name. Pleading. Her hands curled in his hair, pulled as if trying to bring his head up.
He gave her another warning swat, caught the hot liquid reaction on his tongue even as he growled again, sending vibrations rocketing through her hot little channel. He lapped at her, plunged his tongue deep and then added his teeth, scraping against her tight, hard bud.
She screamed, and he pulled her thighs wider apart, refusing to back off, finding the little trigger with his mouth and sucking hard as he used the flat of his tongue and the edge of his teeth. She sobbed out a plea. Bucked. He could actually feel the burst of pleasure ripping through her as he threw her into another vicious orgasm. This one was even stronger than the last, a tidal wave taking her so that she sobbed with pleasure.
He didn’t stop. As sensitive as she was, he still refused to stop. “Another,” he demanded. “Give me another.”
His mouth was back on her, his fingers in her, his thumb playing her body again, driving her up fast and hard. The more he devoured, the more he craved.
Pepper thought she might be going insane. She hadn’t even known it was possible to have such intense orgasms. One right after the other. He was going to kill her if he didn’t stop, and he didn’t show signs of slowing down. His face was a hard mask of sensuality, harsh with passion and the need to dominate.
“No,” she gasped when he swiped his tongue through her folds and her body shuddered with pleasure, the aftershocks nearly as strong as the original quake.
His head came up, a tiger scenting prey, eyes focused and fierce. “Did you just tell me no? Because your body is sayin’ yes. It’s screamin’ yes. Don’ lie to me, Pepper. You want this. You even need it, the same as me.”
“It’s too much…” She trailed off, gasped and then screamed when his mouth descended again, throwing her into another vortex of sheer pleasure.
His tongue laved and flicked her clit relentlessly, sending the flames leaping until she was so scorching hot she was certain she would spontaneously combust. She could feel the orgasm building, every bit as relentless as his wicked tongue. She thrashed, her head tossing back and forth, her hands at his shoulders, nails alternately digging into him to inflame him and then pushing at him to try to release her thighs from his merciless, iron grip.
His mouth never stopped, until that sensitive bundle of nerve endings caught fire, a storm of flames devouring her along with his tongue and teeth. His tongue stabbed deep over and over, refusing to relent, to give her a moment to catch her breath, to stop the building of the next orgasm.
The more she thrashed and bucked, the more his body hardened, his eyes more cat than human, his enormous strength pinning her down while he fed on her. He lifted his head slightly, licking at the droplets tangled in the curls at the junction of her legs and then followed a trail of slick heat down her inner thigh.
Her body was damp with tiny beads of perspiration. Her silken hair was a mass of tangled curls. Her breath came in ragged little gasps and moans. He bit down, a stinging nip that drove her over the edge again, the pain/pleasure sweeping her right off the cliff before she knew she was at the precipice.
Wyatt rose to his knees, watching her face as she rode out the wild orgasm. She looked… taken. Thoroughly taken. Her body flushed, her hair everywhere, her beautiful mouth open and her eyes wide with shock. He grasped her hips and lodged the head of his erection into that fierce inferno. She was slick – on fire – scorching hot.
He inhaled and threw back his head, holding still for just a moment, struggling for some semblance of control. She tried to move, but he held her still, pushing another inch inside of her and again stopping, feeling her surround his sensitive head with fiery heat and a tightness that nearly strangled him. Still, he held on, clenching his teeth, waiting for her eyes to meet his.
She thrashed for a moment, desperate to draw him into her, but it was necessary to keep her thinking he was in total control while she was burning out of it. Pepper had to know he could take her heat.
Her lashes lifted and her gaze moved over his face. He held her legs draped over his shoulders, shifting just a little, lodging a bit deeper. Pleasure flared, warred with intense desire in her dark, purple eyes. The strange, beautiful starburst had gone through her eyes so that they glittered like diamonds back at him.
“Who are you goin’ to trust with you, Pepper?”