Page 41 of Merciless King

I lay there speechless as he kissed every one, my shoulders, chest, ribs, taking his time. I shivered with every brush of his soft lips coasting over my oversensitized skin until I was shaking, aching between my thighs in a way I never knew was possible.

Van finally rose, and his hands went to mine, which had moved back to my chest unconsciously. He pulled them away, gently but firmly, and lifted them over my head, pinning them there with one of his. The other dropped to the front clasp of my bra, and he snapped it open. My breasts spilled free and his molten stare dropped from mine, slid down to my chest, and his nostrils flared like some kind of wild animal. I squirmed.

“Fucking hell, London,” he muttered.

One of his hands wrapped around the side of my breast firmly, and then he was sucking my nipple into the heat of his mouth. I cried out as one of his heavy thighs slid between my legs.

The onslaught sent sparks of pleasure firing all through my body, and it wasn’t long before I started rubbing up against him, desperate for more friction.

Van didn’t let up, teasing my nipples, gentle bites, licks, sucking me into his mouth until I was panting and squirming, scars forgotten.

He let go of my wrist, his hands going to the top of my pants and he popped the button and slid down the zipper, tugging them down my legs. He flung them aside as well. He lifted to his knees, reached back, and dragged his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. My gaze dropped to his cock. It was obscenely hard behind the zipper of his jeans and made me moan softly. I wanted to reach out and touch it. Take him out of his jeans and feel him in my hands.

I’d dreamed so many times about him sliding inside me, what that would feel like. My magic bullet and my fingers got me off but never left me fully satisfied. I wanted to know what Van felt like moving inside my body, hard and demanding.

His hand dropped to my belly then lower between my spread thighs. His thumb brushed over my damp underwear, the fabric covering my clit. I rolled my hips, the action involuntary, seeking more, chasing more of that pressure, knowing what it could do, how he could make me feel.

His eyes stayed on mine as he slid his fingers down the sides of my underwear and dragged them down my legs. He dropped them to the floor as well, and his gaze slid down to my bared flesh.

“Christ, you’re so damn gorgeous, London. You have no idea, do you, how fucking sexy you are?” he rumbled.

No, I did not. But right then I felt it. For the first time, I felt it.

“Gotta taste you, sweetheart,” he said and trailed sucking kisses from between my breasts down over my stomach.

He slid down between my legs.

I tried to jam them shut.

He glanced up at me.

I mean, I wanted him to. I really wanted him to. My face heated again.

“You don’t want my mouth on you?” he asked, expression giving away nothing but curiosity, maybe even concern.

That was the last thing I wanted. “No, I want that. I definitely want that,” I said. “I’ve just never…had that.”

His brows lowered. “No one’s ever gone down on you?” he growled, looking pissed on my behalf, angry at my nonexistent sexual partners for not pleasuring me like I deserved.

I didn’t tell him the truth, though. No, I just shook my head.

“But you want me to?”

I nodded.

His eyes were bright, hungry, as he put his hands on my knees that were still clamped together and applied a little pressure. He glanced up at me again when they stayed that way and licked his lips, like he couldn’t wait to taste me. “Babe, you want it, you gotta let me in.”

Let me in.

I shivered and that pulse inside me got more urgent. I took a steadying breath, unclamped my thighs, and I let him in. I lay there exposed, wide open, and watched as Van took all of that in. All of me in. Watched as he dropped a hand to that huge bulge in his jeans and adjusted himself.

He gave it a rough squeeze and groaned. “Fuck me,” he said under his breath.

His mouth made contact with my pussy a second later, and I gasped, trying to clamp my thighs closed again while at the same time fisting his hair and holding him there. He growled against me and gently sucked on my clit before flicking it with his tongue.

I cried out and rolled my hips. “Oh God.”

His hands went to my butt and he held my cheeks in his big hands as he licked and sucked, kissed my pussy until I was panting and frantically moving beneath him.