Page 12 of The Big Bad's Claim
She meets my eyes. “Does it make me a bad person? That I don’t care what happens to him?”
I twist my lips, then tilt her face up. “No. It makes you one of us.”
My gorgeous Kenna opens a small smile, then lets me kiss her. She sighs, hands coming up to my neck. How can someone have my heart so thoroughly? How could she become the most important thing in my life so fast?
I lick at the seam of her lips and she gives me passage. Kenna moans when our tongues touch, and it’s that sound that sends my mind whirling. Such a tiny sound and it flips all the blood flow in my body to my cock. It twitches, saluting her, and I deepen the kiss once she makes that moan again. Kenna’s fingers bury into my hair, and I do the same with her, roping the strands near her nape around my knuckles, and pulling her head back.
My body goes hot, every pump of my heart sending more blood to my cock. Every inch of me is hyper-focused on making her feel good. I let her explore my not-wounded shoulder and my chest as I keep a hand on her hip. Frozen there, squeezing the soft flesh in wait.
I want her. I want her more than anything, but I know myself, and I will go fucking mad if we take another step. My body will go off its rails, and I will not stop until I’ve made her mine. Until I have claimed every inch of her body, until my name is the only thing she can utter past those plump lips.
“Gorgeous,” I mutter, pulling back an inch. Not much. I couldn’t stay away from her even if I tried. “Careful now.”
“Oh,” she says, batting her lashes. “Sorry. I forgot about the injury...”
“That’s not what I meant.” And I pinch her chin between two fingers, forcing her to look at me. “If we take this one step farther, I can’t promise you I’ll stop. Fuck, that is shitty of me, I know, but I don’t think I can control myself. You drive me fucking crazy.”
She worries her bottom lip, pausing for a second to think about it. “What if I don’t want you to stop?” She breathes against my lips, her breath coating my tongue.
Her words undo me. I crash our lips together, fisting her hair to keep her in place as I kiss a trail down her jaw to her neck. Kenna clings to me, nails digging into my flesh as she arches into my body, surrendering to our needs. I finally allow my other hand to explore her curves, dipping beneath her shirt to touch her exposed skin. The contact sends electricity up my arm, but I don’t pull back. I explore her stomach and her waist, her back, feeling every inch of her skin, committing it to memory.
“Let me see you,” I murmur against her pulse, pulling back to look into her eyes.
She understands my meaning, raising her arms and pulling her shirt over her head. And, oh fuck, I’m not strong enough for this. For these curves, these lush breasts, the shade of her skin. Perfect breasts hidden by a beige bra, a fluster descending her cheeks to her neck. I take a good look at her, commit this first sight to memory, then I bend and lap at her cleavage. Kenna holds my head close, moaning my name, so I unhook her bra and let it drop.
Her tits on show, she arches further into me. I capture both mounds in my hands, feeling their weight, toying with the hard knots of her nipples. I flick them, twirl them, and play with them until Kenna is a mewling mess against me, chest heaving with need. Looking up, I almost blow at the sight of her half-lidded eyes, parted lips, and her breath coming out in shallow gasps.
“Holy fuck,” I swear against her mouth, swallowing her taste. “Fucking hell, you look perfect like this, gorgeous. Do you like this? Do you like it when I play with them?”
She nods, nails digging into the muscles of my shoulder. “Yeah,” she replies in a trembling voice. “It feels so good.”
I bring one tit into my mouth and suck on the hard nipple. My tongue swirls around it, willing it even harder. Kenna presses her legs together, her breath coming out sharp now. Shit, I want to put her down on the bed and fuck her into the mattress, but what if the wound opens? Not that I care about it, but she would hate the sight of me bleeding all over her. That would stop the fun on the spot.
I pop her breast free from my lips and look up into her half-lidded eyes. “Gorgeous,” I call her. “Why don’t you strip for me?”
Her cheeks go a deep red color, but she nods and gets to her feet. I do quick work with my clothes, almost ripping them to shreds in the hurry to watch the show. Kenna kicks off her shoes and slips her pants down her thick legs. I watch with rapt attention as every inch of her skin is revealed, perfect and juicy. She hooks her thumbs on her plain white panties and brings them down, too.
I release a shaky breath. Fuck, I need to bury my face between those thighs. Fisting my exposed cock, I squeeze it in my fist. It’s painful now, how much I desire her. A pebble of precome dots the slit, and Kenna watches it for a second.
Then she drops to her knees and licks the head.
The contact of her tongue to me is almost too much. It’s lightning, straight to my chest. I clench my jaw and pull my cock away from her lips, a string of curses spilling out of me. “Fucking hell, gorgeous,” I hiss. “You’re trying to kill me?”
“That bad?” she asks with big, pleading eyes.
“Of course not.” And I hold her hand, pulling her up to stand in front of me, glorious in her nakedness. “Shit, I just don’t think I can handle you sucking me right now. Not yet.”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, then straddles me. The sight of her pretty lips parting, all soaked in her arousal, is enough to make my heart skip a beat. “Okay,” she breathes out. “But you owe me.”
I chuckle. “You can bet I won’t forget that.”
Our lips meet in another scorching kiss. I bury a hand into her hair again while the other one explores her slick pussy. She moans again as I play with her little clit, my cockhead poised at her entrance. First, I need to see her come. Then I’ll take her.
Kenna moves against me, keeping up with my rhythm. This position is golden. I’d usually seek to control it all, but this one is amazing, too. I can lick at her tits, flick her clit, feel her up. She rides my hand, eyes fluttering closed, her wetness making the glide easier. I skate my fingers over her clit until she comes apart, then stamp my lips over hers to devour the sounds of her orgasms. The face she makes when another wave of pleasure crashes over her is the most beautiful thing ever.
Gripping her hips with both hands, I sink her hips over my cock before she comes down. Her body tenses, muscles clamping down around my fat member, but she works her way around it. With small circles of her hips, she takes me in to the hilt. Once we’re joined, I kiss her again.
“That’s it,” I breathe against her lips. “Such a good girl. You took it all in.”
