Page 118 of Sins of Innocence

My hips shift but there's no increasing the friction against my needy clit the way he's holding me and Kieran just keeps playing with me, shifting his mouth back and forth while kneading and pinching the tender flesh not in his mouth with his hand.

"Big guy," I plead. "Please!"

"Please what?" He yanks my bra cup down exposing my nipple to the air for only a second before taking it back into his mouth with a lusty growl.

The pleasure builds in my core like a storm gathering strength offshore. It's going to hit any second and I'm no more ready for it than a Cat 5 hurricane.

Just when I think I will climax without a single touch to my clit, in a flurry of movement I have no control over, I find myself propped with my back resting on a pile of pillows and my legs spread wide.

His expression ferocious with intent, Kieran tosses my skirt and crinoline up and dives between my legs.

He mouths the soaked gusset of my panties and moans like he's the one in heaven. His lips, teeth and tongue are everywhere and then he bites my clit through the silky fabric. And the storm hits, ecstasy blowing through me with gale force.

I scream and try to buck, but his hands are heavy on my thighs, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

He sucks and nibbles on me until I'm crying for more and begging him to stop. I don't know if I can stand more of this carnal bliss, but I might die if he ends it.

Then he rips my panties off and his mouth is there again, this time without any barrier. His tongue spears into me, driving my pleasure higher.

How? How is he doing this to me? How can I feel more pleasure?

My thoughts splinter as he eats me like a man starving for my taste, not his own release. Two thick fingers thrust inside me as his tongue moves to lave my clit. So turned on that tears of need slide down my temples, my swollen channel contracts around his hard digits.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of me while he takes turns licking over my clit and spearing it with the tip of his tongue, driving more and more ecstasy into my body.

I try to buck. I try to writhe. I yank against the restraints on my wrists, but he has complete control of my body. And an atavistic part of me loves that.

I can't touch him wrong if I can't touch him at all. I can't mess up the most intense sexual experience of my life. The cuffs, the way his body holds mine down, they all give me permission to just be here, in my own body, receiving what he's giving me.

No pressure to perform. No responsibility for turning him on. From the way he's moaning, tasting and touching me is doing that all on its own.

This Adonis of a man, this man with the power and strength of an ancient warrior, is so turned on by my body, he's rubbing himself against the bed.

"I want you inside me," I cry.

But I don't want him to stop doing what he's doing.

He lifts his face set in feral lines, his mouth and chin glistening with my juices. "I will be. Over and over again. Trust me, baby girl. We've got all night."

All night? As in he expects to make love all night long? Like this?

"I won't survive i…it." My words ending on a wail as his mouth goes back to my clitoris and his big hand reaches up to squeeze my breast.

He pinches my nipple, tugging on it. Pinching and plucking in an endless cycle of overstimulation to my tender flesh, he forces my body not only to receive more pleasure but to go higher than I ever have on a precipice part of me is terrified of going over.

I make sounds I have never made before, sounds I'd be embarrassed about if my entire higher brain function hadn't clocked out and gone home.

Then a third finger joins the first two, stretching my vaginal walls until I feel the sting.

And suddenly, the precipice is right there. I scream out long and loud enough to concern the guests in the next suite.

The next suite where my mother and daughters are sleeping.

Oh, my lord. What if they heard me? These hotel walls are thick, probably because so many families stay here, but are any thick enough to muffle that decibel of sound?

Then even those thoughts fritz right out of my head as my entire body contracts in a rictus of agonized pleasure and another scream tears from my throat.

His name. "Kieran!"