Midair, she suddenly changed course and found herself pinned to the mattress by a very hard, very pissed-off, very dangerous male.
“You’ve always been a pain in the ass,” he muttered. His forehead was damp with sweat. His bare skin pressed against every one of her curves, his cock wedged intimately between her thighs. Her breasts lifted and strained against her. “I’m so going to enjoy making you pay, baby.”
“Fuck you!” The stinging words were contradicted by her ragged breaths and hard nipples.
He made a tsking sound, golden eyes lit with hunger and the thrill of the catch. “I plan to.”
His mouth crashed over hers.
The moment their lips met, the fight drained from her body, to be replaced by a raw, savage need that heated her blood. She moaned, biting his lip hard, and he gripped her hair, holding her head still, as his lips ravaged hers in the soul-stirring kiss. All her promises and insults and defenses shattered with the thrust of his silky tongue and the intoxicating taste of him.
He wasted no time in tugging off her clothes, until she lay naked beneath him. His hair-roughened legs entangled with hers, holding every inch of her still as he kept kissing her, devouring her whole.
When he ripped his mouth away, she was panting. Her skin burned like fire. Eyes dazed, she looked into his beloved face and slowly reached up to cup his cheeks. “What are you going to do?” she whispered.
He pressed his thumb against her swollen lip. A shiver of fear bumped down her spine at the intensity in his eyes. “Everything.”
His fingers suddenly plunged between her thighs.
She cried out and arched under the delicious sensations of his fingers deep in her pussy. There was no finesse or seduction, just the primitive thrusts driving her upward in brutal determination to make her explode. She clung to his shoulders, barely able to hold on, his palm dragging across her clit as he pressed straight into her G-spot over and over until—
She came hard, her body seizing around him, sinking her teeth into his shoulder. He grunted in satisfaction, refusing to slow down, forcing her to milk out every last shimmer of her orgasm before removing his fingers.
Boneless, she blinked up at him.
“That’s one.”
“Tristan—”
He lowered his head and took the hard tip of her nipple in his mouth. Helpless to fight, she offered herself up to him, drowning in the intense pleasure of his wicked tongue licking, sucking, the sharp edges of his teeth raking across her nipple until she was swollen and so sensitive, it bordered on pain. He murmured in satisfaction and moved to her other breast, giving the same treatment, until she was hot and aching again, desperate for him to slide inside her channel.
“I love your breasts,” he growled. He blew air over her tight, wet skin and watched her nipples harden even more. “Do you know how many times I fantasized about unbuttoning those proper white blouses and cupping my hands over you? I dreamed you’d sit on my desk in your tight little skirt, bare breasted, just for my pleasure.”
“I used to have my own fantasies,” she whispered in his ear, biting his lobe, blowing gently.
“Oh, yeah? What about?”
“This.”
Taking him by surprise, she wrapped her legs around him and rolled, pinning him to the mattress. Sliding over his body, she pulled down his briefs, releasing his heavy erection. Her hair spilled over his muscled chest and she cupped him with both hands, stroking and squeezing, loving the feel of his hot, silky skin stretched tight over his hard cock. “Taking you deep in my mouth while you begged me to stop.” She lowered her head, her breath rushing over him in warning. “While you begged me to continue.”
Her name was uttered like a curse and a prayer.
She opened her mouth and took him deep.
His hips shot up as she pleasured him, sucking and licking, scraping her teeth delicately over the wet tip, then taking him back full between her lips. His fingers clenched in her hair and she sucked furiously, wanting him to slide over the edge. She hummed, letting the vibrations intensify his sensations, nails digging into his hips as she worked him closer and closer—
He flipped her back over in one neat motion, until she lay helpless underneath, blinking in confusion. “Hey, I wasn’t done!”
He chuckled, moving down her belly. Kept her pinned down with two hard hands. “Witch.” His tongue dipped in her belly button, his teeth scraping across the sensitive skin of her hip, inner thigh, and around the landing strip of hair she’d left for him. “Get ready for number two.”
He spread her thighs wide, holding her open with his broad shoulders, and dipped his head. His tongue licked with a teasing insistency that made her crazed. Her clit throbbed for attention, but he refused, spending long minutes nibbling, sucking her labia, scraping his teeth over her swollen flesh until she writhed helplessly under him, desperate for contact.
“Tristan!”
“Ask me nicely.” Around and around his tongue circled, refusing to give her the pressure she craved. Her vision blurred, and she clenched her fists in the tangled sheets.
“No.”
He laughed low, pleased. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Oh, she burned. His tongue teased her with a ruthless determination, until the edge of pain and pleasure blurred. Her whole body clenched, kept on the precipice of falling apart, and she moaned deep in her throat, going halfway mad with need. “Tristan.”
“One word.”
“Bastard.”
His teeth scraped. His thumbs danced. “That’s not it.”
“Please.”
“Very nice.” He opened his mouth and sucked hard on her clit.
She exploded, jerking against his lips, caught in waves of sensation. His name came out on a sob. She was dying and he hadn’t even entered her yet.
She heard the tear of a wrapper. He knelt on the bed, sheathing himself with the condom, staring down at her with a fierce satisfaction that gave him the look of a conqueror. She waited for the shame to hit, her easy acquiescence the moment he touched her, but it was buried underneath the throbbing ache for him; to have him inside her one more time, to truly belong to him.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said in a husky voice.
He grasped her ankles, pushing her feet up. She reached out her arms to him, but those lips curved in a half smile, full of male triumph. “No, baby. I said the first time would be hard and fast. Remember?”
“But—”
With one swift motion, he flipped her onto her belly. Head spinning, she had no time to think or protest, because he dragged her to her knees, pushed her legs far apart, and entered her in one full thrust.
For a moment, she fought him. The burning stretch of her muscles as he filled her completely, buried to the hilt, shook her to the core. His hands gripped her hips, palms on her ass. Head bent over the pillow, propped on her elbows, she was suddenly, achingly vulnerable, open to anything he wanted to do, and she shook in a combination of thrilling abandon and crippling fear.