Page 112 of Poisoned Promise
Each feverish kiss sends heat lancing straight through my body and by the time my tongue ends up in her mouth, I’m already hard.
Dove arches her body into mine, cradling my head with both her hands as if it can make the kiss even deeper.
Each arch of her torso lifts her hips an inch, then she settles back down onto to repeat it until every grind of her hips against mine turns my blood to fire.
“Fuck,” I gasp against her mouth as her teeth sink into my lower lip. “We have to be… careful. I don’t want to… hurt you,” I gasp out in the minute seconds between each desperate kiss.
“You won’t,” Dove gasps. “Just hurry up and fuck me already. I need to feel something.” She hesitates and pulls away with both her hands in my hair. “I need to feel good.”
“I can make you feel good.”
“Then stop talking about it anddoit.” She emphasises her demand with a tug on my hair and who am I to resist such a hot demand?
My shirt joins hers on the floor, and her hands roam all over my torso, tracing tattoos and scars like I’m a map and she’s seeking the treasure. Every kiss grows more and more desperate until my cock is straining painfully against my jeans and my thoughts tumble over one another.
Dove’s still injured so each caress of her body carefully manoeuvres around her stitches and bandages until I rest one hand against her lower back and the other on her thigh.
She drags her nails down my back with little care for my bruises but the flare of pain mingles with pleasure and our next kisses are fast and biting, verging on feral.
Sweeping up her thigh, both my hands move around her waist, where I unbutton her pants and shove them down just enough so that my hand can slip into her underwear and cup her heat.
“Oh my god,” Dove groans, arching her body into me once more. “I need you. I need you right now. Holy fuck!”
Pressing two fingers between her outer lips, I stroke the length of her pussy, soaking my fingers with her juices, and then in one smooth move, I sink those fingers deep inside her.
33
DOVE
“Fuck!” My world goes quiet as all focus drops and homes in on the heat building between my legs as Felix’s fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect little spot. I’d fall over if I wasn’t already settled in his lap.
“I’ve got you,” Felix whispers against my lips.
Anything else he says melts into the pool of desire flooding my lower belly.
I cling to his shoulders, breaking the kisses and burying my face in his neck where I latch on with my mouth and suck in time to the thrust of his fingers.
I’m too hot all over.
Every part of me is burning up and the only thing that soothes me is the rock of Felix’s fingers inside me, the bump of his cock below me and the caress of his other hand carefully working up and down my back.
Soon, he sweeps upward and unhooks my bra, sending it to join the rest of the clothes on the floor.
Pleasure builds hot and tight in my core while my heart races faster and faster.
I can't stand it.
Breaking away from Felix’s neck, I throw my head back and rely on his hand on my back to keep me steady as I pant my pleasure into the open air.
Both my hands claw along his shoulders then bury in his hair, where I caress the strands.
Felix drops his head to my chest, using my backward arch as a way to gain access to my breasts and he lavishes attention over them with his lips and teeth like he’s a man addicted.
He must be.
To go through everything he’s been through, learn everything he’s learned, and still desire me?
Obsession isn’t a strong enough word for what seems to exist within Felix.
