Page 29 of Inferno

“There would be.” He shrugged. “You know. If that were the case.”

I felt myself smiling, despite the heavy conversation. “OK then.” I stood and moved to where Inferno sat on the edge of the mattress and stopped in front of him. I put my bandaged hands on either side of his face. His stubble was rough against my palms, the gauze catching on the bristle.

“I’m choosing this,” I said. “Us. I want us to be together, Inferno. I can’t do this by myself and I can’t imagine ever trusting anyone like I trust you.”

His hands came up to cover mine, careful around the bandages. His thumbs traced the edges of the gauze where it met my wrists, and the gentleness of it made my throat tight.

“I’m glad,” he said. “Because I chose you a long fucking time ago.”

The next second, I fell into Inferno’s arms. He found my lips and kissed me like he’d never let me go. Which, honestly, I didn’t mind at all. His touch was close and measured, his mouth warm and gentle without the urgency or anger driving us before. I stepped into him, sliding my hands from his face to the back of his neck, and I kissed him back just as eagerly as he kissed me.

I stepped back and pulled my shirt over my head, and his gaze drifted from my face down to my breasts. He looked at me like he wanted to memorize the whole damned view. Greedy. Possessive. Not a single ounce of shame about such an obvious claim, either, which just made me want to give him more. I took off the rest of my clothes, baring everything.

Inferno’s mouth curved, slow and wicked as he pulled me close again for another lingering kiss. “Lie down,” he said against my hair. “Let me take care of you.”

I lay back on the bed. He stripped off his jeans and his boxers and came down beside me, his body a long line of heat along my side. He found my breast, his thumb circling my nipple with patience and reverence. I arched into his touch and a small whimper escaped me.

He took his time, moving from one breast to another. He slid his hand down my stomach to my pussy and found me wet and ready.

“Oh, Christ!” I thrust my hips at him, widening my thighs to give him better access. “Fuck!”

He worked me with skill and thoroughness that had nothing to do with urgency and everything to do with attention, two fingers inside, his thumb on my clit, the pace slow and relentless until I was shaking underneath him.

“Christ, Juniper. You’re fucking gorgeous. I’m going to eat your pussy, and you’re gonna come for me,” he murmured against my thigh.

The second his tongue flicked my clit, I came, my pussy tightening around his fingers in a long, rolling wave that left me gasping. He didn’t stop, licking and thrusting his tongue inside me over and over.

I was fucking ruined. Every pass of his tongue and fingers had my legs shaking, my hands clutching the sheets, and I didn’t even try to muffle the sounds coming out of my mouth. Inferno’s tongue was magic, slow and thorough, never letting up, and every filthy thing he’d promised me he delivered. And then some. If he decided to murder me with pleasure, I honestly wouldn’t have complained. The world could end, and I’d still be clawing at his shoulders, begging for more.

“God, don’t stop. You fucking better not stop.”

He grunted into my pussy like the greedy bastard he was. Licked me harder, deeper, two fingers curling up inside me and his mouth locked on my clit. He wanted me desperate, and holy fucking hell, I was. I’d never been so needy in my life. I wanted to sob, laugh, punch a wall, and fuck him all at once.

My next orgasm hit with savage intensity. My back arched off the bed and I damn near blacked out. I screamed his name, and he just kept going, kept eating me out like he’d die if he couldn’t continue. By the time I came down, I was shaking, sweat slicked every inch of my skin, and I was starving for him.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.” My breathy, broken voice should have embarrassed me, but I didn’t even care.

Inferno just grinned up at me with his wicked mouth, lips slick with my come. “Not done with you, birthday girl.”

“Uh-uh. Your turn,” I growled, yanking him up by his hair. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide. “Gonna suck your cock until you forget your own name.”

I shoved him over so he lay on his back before I reached for his cock, with my fingers, careful to keep the bandages on my palms away from his skin. I was greedy and aching for a taste of him. Then, I sucked him deep, letting the salty taste of his precum fill my mouth as I licked and sucked, coaxing another drop out as his cock pulsed between my lips.

Fuck. The sound that came out of his mouth was feral. I kept going, working my hand and mouth in perfect sync, taking him deep and loving the way his hips started to shudder and thrust with every passing moment. God, he was thick! I wanted to ride him until my legs gave out, and I planned on doing just that.

“Jesus fuck, Juniper.” Inferno’s voice was wrecked, barely more than a growl. His big hand fisted in my hair, but he didn’t restrict my movements, just held on like he needed the anchor. I swirled my tongue around the crown, savoring every needy sound ripping out of him. I wanted him to have the same pleasure he gave me. Then I wanted us to find that same pleasure together.

I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed him down, loving how he bucked and cursed and said my name like a prayer. His hips jerked but he didn’t come, not yet. Bastard was stubborn as hell. Well, I was just as fucking stubborn, so I kept it up, swallowing his cock deep and stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

I would have kept going, swallowing him until he lost control, but he pulled me off with a grunt, both hands on my shoulders. “Enough,” he growled. “I need to be inside you.”

That did something wicked to me. I sprawled back on the bed, legs open. I wanted to look desperate for him. Needed him to see how fucking much I burned for this. For him.

He didn’t waste time, looking at me, gaze dark, hungry, and then he held himself above me on one stiffened arm as he lined himself up at the entrance of my pussy. Then he pressed in slowly, filling me with his thick cock, stretching me, making me gasp. The burn was perfect, every inch of him hot and thick inside me. I shook with the pleasure he gave me, already so close to the edge.

When Inferno started to move, I nearly sobbed in relief. He moved slowly at first, then rougher, harder, like he was as desperate for me as I was for him. God, I wanted that. I wanted him so fucking badly!

He shoved inside me once more. Hard. He groaned, and I thought he’d come, but then he pulled out and stood. He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a condom. He ripped it open and rolled it over his dick, stroking it a couple of times. “Get on your hands and knees and face the wall.”