Page 185 of Fury
A growl rolled out of him, piercing the silence.
She didn’t make a sound as she took him into her mouth. As she caressed him, taking him further in, her soft coos had him gritting his teeth. The frustration and fury faded away, leaving only glorious pleasure.
She pulled off, wrapped her arms around him. Kissed him long and hard, and so damn good. Then, she broke away and pushed him back onto his bed. With catlike speed, she was on him, his cock enveloped in her warm, sexy mouth while her teeth raked over his engorged flesh. As she continued to suck and lick, she slid her finger over his anus.
More arousal sprang through him and he let out another throaty moan. She never inserted her finger, just teased the sensitive skin between his butthole and ball sack. With whisper-soft moans, she pursed her lips around him and started moving faster. He grabbed her hair away from her face, fisted it in one hand and warned, “I’m gonna come.”
Everything turned frenetic. Her pace quickened, her ardent moans urging him on. An explosion of ecstasy shot out of him, the euphoria soothing his fury-filled soul.
So much pleasure. Pleasure he didn’t deserve. As he floated back to earth, he fastened his gaze on the one woman who could rocket him into the stratosphere. The one woman he’d loved and hated for most of his life.
The one woman he’d cherish for the rest of his days.
Slash
Slash’s clitwas throbbing so hard, she thought she’d pass out from arousal. She was burning up, her insides on fire with a desire so strong, she kept forgetting to breathe. But rather than rush to orgasm, she wanted to play.
She lay next to him, propped on her elbow. As she stroked his chest and abs with her fingernails, she leaned down, kissed him. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, rolled her onto her back, and kissed her with a ferocity that had her undulating beneath him.
When he slowed the kiss down, she opened her eyes. Even in the dark, she couldn’t miss the passion in his. Then, a smile, filled with so much love, she wondered if she was dreaming.
He caressed her cheek. “Forever,” he murmured.
That snapped her back to reality like a freezing cold shower. “Whoa, baby, you gotta slow down.”
“I lost fifteen years. Not losing another second.”
She ran her fingers down his cut arms, appreciating his bulging biceps beneath soft, tanned skin. Even in the dim light, she could see the black ink of his tats.
He was right. They had lost so much time, but looking back wouldn’t change a thing.
“Tie me up and blindfold me,” she said.
His eyebrows jutted up. “I thought you said you didn’t like being tied up.”
“You were listening.”
He smiled. “Yes, I was.”
“I’ve nevertrustedanyone enough to be restrained.”
He folded her in his arms, married his lips to hers, and kissed her with his entire being. When the embrace ended, he stared into her eyes. “I got you.”
He retreated into his closet, returning with several neck ties, then told her to lie on her back widthwise across the bed.
“Arms over your head,” he said.
He tied her wrists together, tucked the extra material under the mattress to hold her in place. Excitement coursed through her, her heart rate quickening with anticipation.
“Spread. Your. Legs.”
He secured one ankle in place with a tie, then did the same for her other leg.
She loved how he took control, how he could make her tremble from the intensity in his gaze and the grittiness in his voice.
“Safe word,” he said as he planked over her.
“Yellow and red.”
