Page 95 of Fury
He penetrated her mouth with his tongue, lashing again and again while he held her captive in his arms. Too close, yet not close enough. The energy in his touch, his kiss was just shy of an assault. And she couldnotget enough of him.
The harder he kissed her, the louder she moaned. She was unhinged, going with every damn thing he did to her. She broke away, jumped into his arms and wrapped herself around him.
“You’re ravaging me,” he said. “And I fucking love it.”
She kissed his neck, nibbled his earlobe, then bit it. Another growl from Carrera and her panties were soaked.
She started moving on him, arching forward and gliding away. Back and forth like a violent wave in a wicked storm. Her insides were on fire, her clit throbbing with a relentlessness that stole her breath… and her mind.
She dug her fingers into his hair, grabbed a handful and pulled. Her moans felt like sandpaper in the back of her throat. Raw, raspy, and desperate.
He bit her lip.
“Ouch, you son of a bitch,” she said.
He dropped her on the bed. “Naked. Now.”
The greed in his eyes sent a rush through her. He was going to take her, make her bend to his desire. Truth was, anything he would do to her, she’d fantasized about dozens of times.
Fucking dozens.
After pulling off her thong and tossing it aside, she sat up and slowly unhooked her bra letting the straps fall from her shoulders.
“Perfect tits,” he said. “Perfect everything.”
Her insides quivered in anticipation. Heat rose from her chest, spreading up her neck to her cheeks. A sex flushbeforesex.
Definitely a first.
She threw the pillows off the bed, pulled back the black comforter, revealing dark gray sheets. He was on her like a tsunami, crushing her with his full weight. He was all she could see, all she could feel, all she could breathe.
And she fucking loved it.
Instead of entering her, he rose over her, stared into her eyes. “You have all the power.”
His gentle kiss touched the deepest part of her heart, the part she’d walled off from the world to protect herself from the constant hurt and never-ending pain.
She shoved her tongue in his mouth, raked it over his teeth. Feeling his eye teeth with her tongue sent a thrill racing through her.
Instead of going with the kiss, he ended it. One kiss to her cheek, then her chin. Down he went, dropping kisses on her chest, the swell of her breast, slowly, slowly working his way to her nipple. When he placed his mouth over it and sucked, she released an ardent moan. Her eyes fluttered closed.
He stopped.
Her eyes popped open.
“Watch me fuck you with my mouth.” He placed a pillow under her head, then found her other nipple and sucked.
The harder he sucked, the more she moved beneath him, her mewls ripping from her throat. She reached down, sunk her fingers through his luscious, brown hair.
Pleasure and euphoria spun through her, holding her captive to everything Carrera. While sucking, he teased her other nipple with his thumb, then pinched it.
She yelped at the sudden shock of pain. “That felt great.”
Then, his exploration continued. Over the past fifteen years, her body had changed. Stronger, more defined muscles.
He kissed her mid-section, licked her inner thighs, but his journey came to an end with his face between her legs. With a wicked gaze, he ran his tongue the length of her opening, pausing to circle the hood of her clit.
Jolt after jolt of pleasure pounded through her while she took in the sight of him. His defined shoulders, his broad back, but her attention kept returning to his face.
