Page 135 of Unleashed
A growl erupts from my chest. That feral glint in her green eyes. That tilt of her chin. Daring me. Always daring me.
I rip her flannel open, and the buttons scatter into the sand. I don't waste a second. My mouth is on her chest, licking a path down her sternum, grabbing her breast in one hand and squeezing while the other works the button on her shorts. Her skin is hot and salt-slick under my tongue, and the sound she makes when I bite down on the swell of her breast is something I want branded into my memory.
"Fuck, I'm obsessed with you, Goldie," I mutter against her skin.
I drop to my knees. Pull off her boots and toss them aside. Then, slowly, I drag her shorts and panties down her legs. She steps out of them, and I look up at her from the sand. Moonlight on her skin. Rope on her wrists. Those green eyes stare down at me like I'm the only thing left in the world.
I grab her calf, lift it, and place it over my shoulder. Then I dive in.
She's already soaking for me. All over my tongue from the first taste. Her bound hands find my hair and pull, shoving my face harder against her as her hips grind into me. Desperate. Demanding. Taking exactly what she needs.
"That's it, baby. Use me," I tell her.
There is nothing hotter than when she gets like this. Feral and selfish and using my mouth as if it belongs to her. It does. Every part of me does.
I dig my fingers into her ass and hold her in position, letting her ride my face, feeling her thighs start to tremble around me. The way her breathing fractures. The way her grip tightens in my hair until it burns. She's close. Right there. Right on the edge.
The second I feel her body start to break, I stop.
I place her foot back on the ground. She whimpers. Tries to pull me back. I'm already standing, already spinning her around, pressing her into the creek wall. Sand against her cheek. Bound arms above her head. Her back arched, her body shaking from the stolen orgasm.
I kick her legs apart. Grab her hips. Pull her ass back, positioning her exactly where I need her.
I fist my hand in her hair and push inside her. All the way to the hilt in one stroke.
She screams. My name tears out of her, bounces off the creek walls, and disappears into the open desert. The sound of it almost finishes me right there.
And I fuck her. Just the way she likes it. Hard, fast, and so deep I almost see stars. Every thrust drives her forward into the bank, and she takes it. Takes all of it. Pushing back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke with a hunger that matches my own.
She's fighting between screaming and catching her breath. So I make the choice for her.
I wrap my hand around her throat and tilt her head back.
"This what you needed, Harper?" I grunt.
"Yes!"
"Always been a perfect little whore for me, haven't you?" I whisper against her ear.
She tightens around me so hard my vision blurs, and I grin.
"You're just as bad for me," she pants.
I bend down and sink my teeth into her shoulder blade. Hard enough to mark. Hard enough that she'll feel it tomorrow and the day after and the day after that.
"Then come all over my dick, pretty girl. Show me how fucking bad you need me."
She does. So violently that it pulls my own release from me with the same force. Every drop inside of her, buried to the hilt, my forehead pressed between her shoulder blades as my whole body locks. But I don't let up the pace. I fuck her through it. Every wave, every aftershock, just building more until the sounds coming out of her don't sound like words anymore.
I pull out. Spin her back around to face me. Her eyes are glazed, half gone, and I lift her up against the creek wall. Her bound arms loop over my neck, and I slam my mouth over hers as I slide three fingers inside of her.
"Ace, fuck. Fuck. Ace.Fuck," she chants it against my lips like a prayer.
"Another one, baby," I murmur.
She tugs me flush against her, chasing it, grinding down on my hand with everything she has left. I bite her lip. Feel her moan vibrate through my teeth.
"You got this, darlin'. Don't fight me. Just come all over my hand like a good girl. Can you do that for me?"
