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“Yeaaah.” He let that one word drag out between us in that sexy, gruff voice of his. I’d never heard a voice so deep, so arousing. “Yeah, you would, and it would all be for me.”
He licked me nice and slow, up the side of my neck, his teeth biting at my earlobe hard enough it stung. I felt that discomfort rise in me, exploding into a colorful burst of ecstasy.
God, why did that feel so good?
“When I finally have you in my bed, with all that porcelain skin in contrast to my black sheets, I’m going to spread your thighs and sink my cock into your pussy.” He was breathing so hard, his warm, humid breath bathing my skin in a dirty, erotic way. “And you’ll soak me, won’t you?” He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he murmured, “Yeah.”
He started grinding his erection into me with enough force that it was uncomfortable, but God help me… I wasn’t about to stop it.
“You’ll drench my cock until all that sweet, sweet honey has my thighs slick and makes the hottest fucking wet spot on the bed.”
Oh my God. I felt bursts of pleasure exploding in me, knowing I could orgasm from his dirty words alone.
“Nah.” He slid his tongue across my jaw, over my cheek, licking me like a fucking lion playing with his prey, and finally stopped right at the corner of my mouth. “You won’t stop me, because you want this as fucking badly as I do,” he whispered and flattened his tongue to swipe it over my bottom lip. “And Kayla, fucking princess, I ache for you.”
I let my head rest back on the tree and closed my eyes, too tired of trying to fight the need to comply. I wanted to just give in for the first time in my life, to allow that part of myself I’d always thought was wrong to come to the surface and take over completely.
Completely take over until all I felt, saw, smelled, and heard was him. Adryan.
He gripped my chin in a firm, pleasurably uncomfortable hold, positioned my head so I was now looking at him full-on, and I opened my eyes, staring into his. They were dark, so damn dark it was like inky pools of that darkness I craved.
For long seconds we just stared at each other, his cock a throbbing rod between us, my pussy so wet my inner thighs were soaked, my arousal sliding down my inner legs, embarrassingly so.
For long moments we were locked in some kind of power struggle, one I knew I wouldn’t win.
And when he smirked and pulled back an inch, when he started sinking to his knees in front of me, I knew he was waiting for me to stop him. Whether he’d listen to me if I tried, I wasn’t so sure, but the truth was—I wouldn’t have.
I wanted to be so selfish that I put aside the crazy shit he said, the dangerous things that happened, and the frightening way my body reacted to him. I wanted to put all of that aside until the only thing I felt was this… this right here and right now.
And so I stared him in the eye the entire time he went to his haunches, his gaze never wavering from mine. He smirked, and it looked so arrogant, like he knew I wouldn’t deny him, deny this. But fuck him. This wasn’t about him. This was about me and what I wanted, and I was going to allow the only man who’d ever made me feel pleasure to give it to me.
“That’s it.” He kept staring up at me as he slid his hand up my leg, starting at my ankle and slowly moving that huge palm over my calf, slipping it to the inside of my thigh, and using pressure to open me up. “Keep being good for me, kitty. Relax, just relax.” I bit my lip to stifle my moan at hearing him praise me. “That’s right. You’re gonna let me take it, aren’t you? You’re gonna give it to me.” He wasn’t asking, wasn’t phrasing it as a question. He was telling me in that cocky way of his that I wouldn’t stop him.
“Stop talking,” I whispered, my heart racing and jumping into my throat. “Do what you’re going to do.” God, who was this woman? Who am I right now?
His expression hardened, frighteningly so. I could see others cowering at that expression alone. I could tell by the way Adryan watched me that he always got what he wanted, and if he didn’t, he put others in the ground.
But I wanted this. He wasn’t getting what he wanted. I was getting what I wanted.
He bared his teeth in a violent display of passion and need, his nails sharper, more claws, more animal than I should have liked. But it all turned me on, the crotch of my sleep shorts soaked, and when his nostrils flared, I knew he smelled my desire for him.
“Do it,” I challenged, and the way his eyes narrowed, how his jaw clenched, told me he wasn’t used to being ordered around. And I didn’t know how I knew, but I was very aware he wouldn’t deny me. Not anything.
He gripped the waistband of my pants and panties and tore them from me so suddenly my heart raced even harder. The material dug into my skin with a burning intensity before it fluttered to the ground, no match for his strength or clear need for me.
He inhaled deeply, leaning in another inch, his gaze still locked on me, the feel of his claws—yes, fucking claws—digging into the tender flesh of my hips. His nostrils flared again, and he finally tore his focus from me, looking at what was revealed.
I knew what he saw right then… my bared pussy, my feminine slit, all that wetness that was spilling from me in an obscene manner.
He groaned, and when he leaned forward again, I braced myself for his mouth on me, but all he did was rest his forehead on my flat belly, inhaling so deeply, continuously, as if he wanted my scent ingrained in his body. And his hands on my waist—God, he gripped me so fiercely, as if he was afraid to let me go, that I’d run again.
I felt the sharp prick of those deadly claws digging into my skin, breaking it, that burning, searing sensation causing my pussy to clench.
But still he didn’t move, just stayed right where he was, smelling me as if he couldn’t get enough. And so I took matters into my own hands, slid my fingers into the silky strands of his thick black hair, jerked his head back, and glared down at him.
He snarled, his eyes flashing red, his teeth bared, his fangs—holy shit, those fangs—growing longer and seeming so thick, like they could render my head right from my neck.
“If you’re going to lick my pussy,” I said with a lot of heat and anger in my voice before bending slightly at the waist and bringing my face closer to his, my hand still in his hair, “then fucking do it already.”
