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“Perhaps Red Riding Hood knew how dangerous the wolf was,” he suggested as his fingers feathered over the damp lips of her cunt.
“She was a scared little wuss,” Faith panted, her hands going to his hair as she shifted, opening her thighs wider. “For God’s sake, Jacob, touch me before I die. ”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Faith cried out as Jacob’s tongue speared into the heated slit of her pussy. She was wet, slick, primed and ready for him. An infe
rno of need blazed inside her, melting her, spilling its essence along her thighs to be caught by his greedy lips.
She felt him groan against her clit and nearly climaxed then. Had his hands not been holding her thighs, steadying her, then she knew she would have collapsed into a broken heap on the floor. Damn him, his tongue was like an instrument of pleasurable torture. Hot and firm, stroking her, licking over her then delving into the slick valley for more of her cream as his fingers stroked her buttocks, her thighs, soothing her even as he drove her higher.
She widened her legs, her hands in his hair, her groans pleading, urging him on. Her hips tilted as his hands gripped the flesh of her buttocks, his tongue stroking over her clit, then sucking it gently into the heat of his mouth. He was searing her. Burning her alive with her own desperate needs.
After one last, slow lick to her throbbing clit, he drew back, wafting a heated breath over the pulsing little bud.
“Lay down. ” He eased her back until they reached the foot of the bed.
Faith sat down, her body trembling in reaction, in arousal, as she then lay back on the firm mattress, trembling in anticipation. Jacob followed her quickly, his head lowering between her thighs as his hands forced them further apart. His tongue plunged hard and deep into her clenching vagina as her cry shattered the dim interior of the room.
Waves of sensation washed over her. They beat at her nerve endings, rushed through her veins, threw her into a whirlwind of such unbelievable heat she feared she would never survive it.
His tongue fucked her with a wet velvet slide of heat and hunger, throwing her quick and hard into a climax that had her body arching tightly, her hands gripping the blanket of the bed in desperation. There was no slow love play, no soft, devoted caresses. He was hard and hungry, and Faith could feel her own control spiraling out of reach.
She could do nothing but cry out his name as he moved over her. No preliminaries, his lips came over hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth as his cock pushed deep and hard inside her empty vagina. Her hands clutched at his back as he set up a fast, driving rhythm that sent ripples of lightning arcing through her body. It was a pleasure that destroyed her, re-created her.
She held him to her, feeling the hard, thick length of his shaft separating her, driving her to a pinnacle of pleasure that threatened to destroy her. Hard, deep thrusts that touched her cervix and triggered a chain reaction of pleasure that wrapped around her entire body.
Faith could only whimper beneath him, his tongue tangled with hers, his hands holding her close as his hips powered harder, thrusting with a strength that carried her along on a wake of such ecstasy she didn’t know if she would survive it.
Finally, the need for oxygen had him tearing his lips from hers, his head lowering beside her, his hands gripping her hips as he cried out above her. She felt his cock throb, thicken as a hard jet of fluid prepared her for the coming knot. He groaned as she cried out, thrust deeper, harder, sending her shattering over a precipice of an orgasm that left her screaming breathlessly as his cock swelled thicker, harder, until he was locked deep and tight inside her.
“Faith. God help me, Faith. I love you. ” The words were torn from him as he shuddered, his seed searing her cunt with yet another brutal climax.
She could only gasp his name. Whisper her love for him. Her body tightened repeatedly as it followed each hard ejaculation of sperm with another, smaller climax that ripped through her body. She was gasping for air. Panting with the unbelievable pleasure that never seemed to dull. Each time he touched her, each time he took her, it seemed only to build, to grow stronger in intensity.
Finally, sweat drenched, lungs heaving for breath, they eased down from the brilliant heights of their release only to collapse weakly on the bed. Jacob fell beside her, pulling her weakly into his arms as she snuggled drowsily against him.
“Pray that the Council does not attack for a while,” he whispered. “I would be little help in the battle, Faith. You have taken all my strength. ”
“Hm, maybe you’re just getting old. ” She smiled against his chest as she felt a hard, male leg move over hers.
He grunted at that. It was clear he disagreed yet found the matter small enough not to argue over.
“I need coffee,” she yawned. “Or I will never wake up. ”
“No. ” His voice was firm, almost alarmed. “No coffee. No more sex until I rest. You will kill me at this rate. Sleep for pity’s sake, Faith. We will rise when Wolfe and Hope arrive and begin our plans. I have a feeling I will need the coffee myself to deal with your stubbornness. ”
“I’m not going back, Jacob. ” She hoped he had realized that by now.
“No, Faith,” he agreed quietly. “You will not go back, baby. You are mine. And I pray it is truly what you want, because I do not think I can let you go now. ”
“Did anyone ask you to?” She settled herself more comfortably against him, yawning once again. “If I can’t have my coffee, then let me sleep. Then you can love me some more before we go back downstairs. ”
But would it be possible to love her more? Jacob stared down at her as she relaxed against him. Her weight was light, her breathing deepening in sleep. He would keep her well satisfied physically, he thought in amusement. Her arousal seemed to trigger his whether he liked it or not. But her woman’s heart more than confused him. How could she love so deeply, so strong, a man who had turned her away for so long?
There were no answers to his questions. A smile lit his heart. She loved him though, he knew this. And though he wasn’t comfortable with the power she held over him, he knew now that it stemmed from his love for her. He, who had not believed, and yet always had loved this tiny spitfire of a woman.
Jacob pulled the sheet over their cooling bodies, wondering how they had managed to make such a mess of the blankets. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes as his arms tightened around her.
