Page 80 of Retribution
Dakota giggled, pleasure trickling through her at his touch.
Cobra held her tighter for a long moment, then he buried his face in her hair and kissed the tender skin behind her ear. Her head fell back and she melted deeper into him as he continued from her neck to her collarbone.
A soft moan broke from Dakota’s lips—it felt so good. She closed her eyes and let the sensations take over. All of a sudden Dakota felt her world shift and her lids snapped open when she realized he’d lifted her in his arms. With a sigh, she flung one of her arms around his neck and nestled her head on his shoulder.
They passed the two plush chairs, the sleek ceramic top dresser, the flat-screen television, and the glass-and-metal writing desk before Cobra lay her down on the fluffy, soft covers of the king-size bed. Bending over, he caught her mouth and kissed her deeply then pulled back to look at her.
Dakota stretched out her arms and reached for him, but he stared intently at her until his gaze slipped from her face and roamed over her body, lingering along the way. She swallowed and folded her hands on her stomach, pressing hard to keep the butterflies from bursting out.
Cobra kept his eyes on her as he slipped out of his cut and lifted his T-shirt over his head. The ink on his skin moved like a sea of colorful waves, mesmerizing her, and she was unable to look away.
“I’m surprised you don’t have more tats on you. Most tattoo artists I know are covered in ink,” he said as he kicked off his boots then unbuckled his belt.
“I’d like to get some more. I’m working on some real cool designs,” she said, her gaze still fixed on the moving art all over his body.
“The bracelet of roses around your left ankle looks great, and I can guess what the shattered heart on the inside of your wrist is about, but why don’t you tell me?”
“It’s a reminder that love can hurt and break you in two,” she replied.
“Still think that?”
Dakota stared as he pushed his black boxer briefs down his legs. When he straightened, his dick was thick and erect. “No … I don’t,” she said softly.
The mattress jiggled as Cobra climbed into the bed, and a rush of desire burned through her body. “That’s good.” He poked the side of her leg with his hardness then inched his hand over her shoulder and down over her breast, squeezing it lightly. “Do you feel how fuckin’ hard you make me, darlin’? And just from that.” His fingers brushed over her nipple and she gasped.
Cobra’s mouth followed his hand, running his lips along the swells of her breast, where her skin met her tank top.
A rush of sensation shuddered through her. “Shit,” she muttered.
“You like that?” he asked, sitting up.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
Cobra slowly eased her top up until her belly was exposed then he leaned down and peppered kisses all over it before swirling his tongue inside her navel, making her stomach muscles quiver. Then he tugged her tank over her breasts and she pulled up a bit as he lifted it over her head.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
Cobra traced a finger down her throat to the tops of her breasts, and she clutched the edge of the bed covers. “So beautiful,” he murmured, lightly brushing his digit over the thin fabric of her bra.
Small nips, feathery kisses, light flicks of the tongue. Cobra teased her over and over—languidly and deliciously, and when he slid the straps of her bra down her arms, Dakota cried out, her body a trembling mess of excitement.
“Cobra,” she muttered. The heat in his dark green eyes connected with something feral, something wild inside her. “Please,” she whispered.
He stroked her breasts in circles, grazing her nipples with each stroke until she thought she was going to lose her damn mind. When he pinched them both at the same time, she nearly shot off the bed.
“So responsive, sweetheart.”
Then he was on her, sucking her stiff buds deep into his mouth, and she bucked from the sheer pleasure of it, nearly exploding right then and there.
“So fucking good,” she groaned, burying her fingers in his hair and holding him close to her.
His hardness pushed into her thighs, the throbbing between her legs intensifying, and she shifted then rocked into the long length of him. With his teeth and tongue playing with her nipples, and his dick now pressing against her pulsing, damp core, Dakota was close to losing it.
As if sensing that, Cobra skimmed one of his hands down past her stomach until he reached the button on the front of her shorts. He popped it open, lowered the zipper then teased the smooth triangle of exposed skin. Releasing her nipple, he pulled back then slid his finger inside her.
“Fuck,” she rasped, tugging on his hair. He pushed in another finger and curled the two of them and stroked. “Oh …damn!” she cried out while clenching around him. Heat flared out from her core and spread to the rest of her body, and the steady pressure of his thumb on her clit was beyond fantastic.
Dakota clutched at him, desperate to have him inside her, to have them fused together as one in their lovemaking. Cobra bent down and captured her mouth, plunging his tongue in deep then matched it with the rhythm of his fingers thrusting in and out of her.
