Book 1 - Page 40 (1/2)

Gideon caught my wrists and pinned them to the mattress. ”You have a tight little c.u.n.t, Eva. I'll bruise you if I don't get you soft and relaxed.”

A violent s.h.i.+ver of arousal moved through me. It turned me on when he talked so bluntly about s.e.x. Then he slid lower and I tensed. ”No, Gideon. I need to shower for that.”

He buried his face in my cleft and I struggled against his hold, flushed with sudden shame. He nipped at my inner thigh with his teeth. ”Stop it.”

”Don't. Please. You don't have to do that.”

His glare stilled my frantic movements. ”Do you think I feel differently about your body than you do mine?” he asked harshly. ”I want you, Eva.”

I licked my dry lips, so crazily turned on by his animal need that I couldn't form a single word. He growled softly and dove for the slick flesh between my legs. His tongue pushed into me, licking and parting the sensitive tissues. My h*ps churned restlessly, my body silently begging for more. It felt so good I could've wept.

”G.o.d, Eva. I've wanted my mouth on your c.u.n.t every day since I met you.”

As the velvet softness of his tongue flickered over my swollen c.l.i.t, my head pressed hard into the pillow. ”Yes. Like that. Make me come.”

He did, with the gentlest of suction and a hard lick. I writhed as the o.r.g.a.s.m jolted through me, my core tensing violently, my limbs shaking. His tongue thrust into my s.e.x as it convulsed, rippling along the shallow penetration, trying to pull him deeper. His groans vibrated against my swollen flesh, goading the cl**ax to roll on and on. Tears stung my eyes and coursed down my temples, the physical pleasure destroying the wall that kept my emotions at bay.

And Gideon didn't stop. He circled the trembling entrance to my body with the tip of his tongue and lapped at my throbbing cl*t until I quickened again. Two fingers pushed inside me, curving and stroking. I was so sensitive I thrashed against the onslaught. When he drew on my cl*t with steady, rhythmic suction, I came again, crying out hoa.r.s.ely. Then he had three fingers in me, twisting and opening me.

”No.” My head tossed from side to side, every inch of my skin tingling and burning. ”No more.”

”Once more,” he coaxed hoa.r.s.ely. ”Once more, then I'll f**k you.”

”I can't...”

”You will.” He blew a slow stream of air over my wet flesh, the coolness over fevered skin reawakening raw nerve endings. ”I love watching you come, Eva. Love hearing the sounds you make, the way your body quivers...”

He ma.s.saged a tender spot inside me and an o.r.g.a.s.m pulsed through me in a slow, heated roll of delight, no less devastating for being gentler than the two before it.

His weight and heat left me. In a distant corner of my dazed mind, I heard a drawer opening, followed swiftly by the sound of foil tearing. The mattress dipped as he returned, his hands rough now as he yanked me down to the center of the bed. He stretched himself on top of me, pinning me, tucking his forearms on the outside of my biceps and pressing them to my sides, capturing me.