Page 23 of Oz
Laura
Oz’s handscupped my ass as he kissed me with such abandon that it took my breath away. It was like he couldn’t wait to get me inside my small apartment so decided that having a hot and heavy make out session right up against my front door was the way to go about it. Not that I could blame him. From the moment he started kissing me outside the bar, I had been panting for him.
Sexual attraction sparked between us, practically primal in its intensity. But it was more than that. I felt a connection to him that couldn’t be denied. And I knew he felt the same.
“Oz.” Sucking his bottom lip between my teeth, I bit down, drawing a low guttural moan from his lips. His eyes flashed in the dark doorway, golden and bright.
“Damn woman, you keep doing that and I’m going to fuck you right here on the street.”
“You best get the door open then, otherwise I might just let you.” Something had gotten into me and I wasn’t sure whether I should embrace it or fight it. It felt natural while at the same time like the strangest thing in the world. Oz made me do things I wouldn’t usually do.
“Don’t say that.” A growl rumbled through his chest, and it was a sound of pure ownership. It spiralled through me, and my insides heated. It was unbearable, that heat. Unsure what it was, I ground myself against him, desperate to use the friction of the denim between us to ease it.
“I don’t share, Laura. I can’t even bear the thought of anyone seeing you like this. Not even by accident.” The door behind us opened, but instead of stumbling through, he walked us backwards. His lips never left mine as he kicked the door shut behind him with his boot.
“Tell me your secret.” I raked my nails down the tanned skin at the back of his neck, drawing a thin line of blood. Instead of reeling backwards, Oz kissed me harder. His tongue plundered my mouth with every swipe and left me breathless.
“Soon.” Dropping me to my feet, he started to undress me. His movements were fluid but there was an urgency that made me clench my legs together. Something was assaulting my senses. A fresh wave of pleasure that came from seeing his blood on my fingers. I had cut him, and it had turned me on more than anything else ever had.
Oz knew I had secrets, but he didn’t know just how messed up my secrets were. Hell, I didn’t even know how deep my secrets actually went. But as the aroma of his blood filled my nostrils, I felt something I had never felt before.
Something was awakening inside of me. Watching him from beneath my lashes as he stripped his shirt off and flung it away, I let the scent of him fill me. He smelt the same, but it was stronger. And it was intoxicating. Without thinking, I launched myself at him.
He caught me easily as I wrapped my legs around him. Oz’s lips searched for mine, but I didn’t want to kiss him. I needed to find where the smell was coming from. I needed to rub my nose against it and taste it on my tongue.
Passion took over when I found it. His pulse bobbed under my tongue as I lapped at it, and it was heaven but still not enough.
“God, Laura.” His breathing ragged, he arched his neck, giving me more room. He could feel it as well, I could tell. The primal, unending need.
My teeth scraped against his neck, right over his pulse, and it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
“No! Laura...” Desperately, he tried to pull my head away, but it was too late. My teeth sank into his skin, just enough to break through so the tiniest trickle of his cinnamon scented blood slipped against my tongue. I moaned.
The air around us cracked. Oz moved so fast that I didn’t know what was happening. Panting, he bent me over the nearest countertop. His breath came in pants and he shoved my jeans down my thighs.
“You shouldn’t have done that, little mate, you shouldn’t have…” Without warning, he sank into me, filling me with one hard, long thrust that made my toes curl into the threadbare carpet.
Never before in my life had I ever felt so full. And so complete.
Oz pounded into me from behind, his big hands spreading my cheeks apart as he did so. I cried out, half from pain and half from pleasure. Even though it hurt a little, I didn’t want it to stop. I never wanted this to stop.
Arching my hips downwards, I presented my ass to him, driving against the thumb he had pressed against my dark hole. I felt that thick digit force its way into me, and I still needed more. Even with his cock filling my pussy and his thumb rubbing in my back passage, I needed more.
Pistoning his hips, Oz increased his pace. “Is this what you need, Laura? Do you need my cock and my fingers filling you? Is…”
“More!” I screamed as my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My body didn’t go liquid, I kept riding him backwards.
“More,” he growled in agreement. Curling a fist into my hair, he tugged my head back, straining my neck backwards as he rode us both towards another release. “You’re mine, Laura, as I am yours.”
Pain ripped through my body, radiating from where my neck met my shoulder. It was there and then gone. A moment of agony that was replaced by nothing but pleasure as I came again. Oz kissed my neck, my back. His movements turned slow and loving.
“Mine.”
