Page 174 of Scarlet Wars
I grazed him once—maybe by accident, maybe not—and his groan tore out, vibrating straight through me. “For fuck’s sake.”
The sound set me off. I did it again, slower this time, trailing along the rigid length beneath the cling of his pants. His cock jerked hard under my touch, heat searing through my fingertips.
When I finally looked up, his eyes were already on me, dark and starving, chest rising quick and uneven, his breath a ragged rasp in the steam-heavy air.
“If you’re gonna touch me like that,” he growled rough enough to scrape, “you damn well better finish what you start.”
I arched a brow, meeting his challenge head-on, and slid my fingers to his waistband. One button, then the next, until the fabric gaped. I peeled it open, tugging enough for his cock to spring free, thick, and flushed.
Fuck me, it washuge.
Heat surged through me as I wrapped my hand around him, and his groan ripped out louder this time, sounding even more unrestrained.
“Fuck, Nightcrawler,” he rasped, his head tipping back, throat exposed as his chest heaved. “You’re gonna make me come in thirty fucking seconds.”
“Then I’d better make those thirty seconds count,” I purred, a wicked whisper of sin. Without breaking eye contact, I sank to my knees, the wet tile biting into my skin, while the steam wrapped around us like a shroud.
His eyes widened, his breath fractured into a throaty rasp, raw disbelief etched into every syllable. “The hell are you doing, pretty girl?”
I dragged my tongue over my lips, savoring the way his cock twitched at the sight. “Doing what I thought about for the last twelve hours.”
And then I took him in my mouth.
His feral hiss split the air, his hand shooting to my hair like instinct. My lips stretched around the thick head, the salty taste hitting my tongue as I sank lower, taking as much of him as I could. His groan rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating through me, his hips jerking forward before he caught himself.
“Fuck…” His voice was wrecked, gravel dragged over fire. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, my tongue swirling around the sensitive underside. His cock throbbed against my tongue, every pulse feeding the ache between my thighs.
I pulled back just enough for my lips to drag along his length, saliva slicking his cock, before sinking down again, deeper this time, my throat straining around him. His curse shattered from his lips, raspy and broken.
“Emma—”
The sound of my name on his tongue, desperate and raw, had me moaning around his cock, the vibration dragging another violent shudder out of him. His abs tightened under my hands,his body strung tight like a bowstring, every muscle trembling with restraint.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, head tipping back.
I worked him harder, faster, my hand stroking what I couldn’t fit, twisting, squeezing in rhythm with my mouth. The obscene wet sounds filled the shower, mixing with his groans and the faint pound of water against the tiles.
“You look so pretty with my cock all the way in that tight little throat of yours.”
I was drunk on the taste of him, the heat of his skin, the weight of his hand in my hair.
He began to move faster, shallow thrusts, and the deeper he pushed, the more I wanted. The more I needed.
He gripped my hair tighter—not to guide me, not to force me—but toanchorhimself.
Drool slicked my chin, my eyes stung, lashes wet, cheeks burning with effort and arousal. I probably looked wrecked.
But gods, Ifeltpowerful.
Like I owned him with nothing but my mouth.
His eyes dropped to where I had him buried in my throat, then back to mine, glassy, undone.
“Fuck, Emma,” he rasped as his fingers tightened in my hair. “Look at you.Taking every single inch of me like a goddess. Take it all baby, it’s all yours anyway.”
I moaned around him, flattening my tongue along the underside of his cock before dragging him back in deep, greedy, filthy.
