Fire Bound (Sea Haven Sisters)(98)

He lifted his head when her hips began to push into him, seeking relief. “Turn around, malyshka.” His hands were already guiding her. She was too dazed and needy to comply on her own. Her little cry of protest was not lost on him, so he pulled her against him briefly, reaching around her to give her one last tug and roll on her nipples, his mouth against her neck. “You like that, don’t you?”



“Yes.” She barely breathed the word.

“You like it rough.” He licked over the sweet spot where her shoulder and neck connected.



“Yes.” Her assent was a breathy whisper.



He bit down. Hard. Her back arched. She cried out. He suckled. His tongue lapped. “I’m going to leave my mark all over you. Every fucking inch of you, Giacinta. Inside your body. Outside. Every square inch of you is mine and I’m marking my territory.” He sounded primitive because he felt primitive. “That’s what you do to me. I turn into a caveman. You think my brother’s one, but you’ve got your own and you love it. You love every fucking thing I do to you.”



He slipped the buttons out of the loops, opening the back of her dress, his mouth against the nape of her neck. “Say, it, golubushka, I want the words. You’ll give me anything I want, won’t you?”



Very slowly, keeping her turned toward the window away from him, he slid the dress from her body, leaving her in her lacy panties, silk stockings and garters and the sexy silver heels. He ran his hand down her spine while she stepped out of the gown, all the way to the curve of her ass. He caressed the firm globes and then moved his hands up to cup her breasts, his body urging hers forward until she was at the couch, still facing the window.



“Kneel on the couch, Giacinta,” he whispered against her nape. “Facing the back, knees spread wide.”



She didn’t hesitate, but placed first one knee and then the other up onto the cushions, her knees wide. She looked sexy in her ivory silk stockings, high heels and bare skin. He put a hand to her back and pressed her breasts against the cushioned back, so that the materials rubbed against her sensitive nipples. She gasped as his mouth slid down her spine, trailing kisses, occasionally nipping. His fingers trailed up the inside of her thigh. Barely there. Only a whisper of a touch.



Lissa bucked, pushed her face into the top of the couch, gasping for breath. He was making her come apart and he’d barely touched her. “Casimir.” She said his name, her mind in chaos, unable to think clear enough to demand what she needed from him.

“Hush, baby, I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you. Just feel.” His fingers moved between her legs, again just a gentle touch, a wisp, and then he was gone. Her entire body shuddered. The action pushed her nipples against the back of the couch. That action in turn sent streaks of fire racing to her clit. She cried out at the sensation and pushed back, trying to find his fingers again.



He ran his knuckles over the curve of her buttocks and then his palm rubbed over her. Kneaded. Massaged. His teeth nipped. His tongue eased that sting. His fingers found her again, disappearing into the wet, sliding across her aching clit and then retreating. She cried out trying to follow.



“Do you feel how good that is, malyshka? So good, that burn. You willing to try anything with me? You don’t like it you just say so, but I can make you burn hotter. Give that to you before I eat you like candy. Once I start, baby, not sure I’ll be able to stop, so we’ve got to try this now. You want that burn?”



“Yes.” She moaned the word, unable to articulate anything else.

“That’s my girl. Give me anything I want. Love that, Giacinta. Love that you trust me with your body. With your heart.” His hand smacked her ass. Not hard. Just enough to wake up every nerve ending. The burn lashed across her and then his finger pressed deep, so that her muscle grasped, her sex wept and she cried out, mindlessly rubbing her nipples against the material.



“More?” he asked, withdrawing his finger slowly and then pumping once, lingering against her clit before running his tongue across the red mark.



“Yes.”



“Yes, what, baby? What do you need?”



“More. I need more.” She panted the plea.



He loved every fucking second with her. Every one. Her body was responsive to his every touch. He gave her what she wanted, keeping it light, just enough to ensure the nerve endings flashed with fire, and then plunged his finger deep to feel her body’s reaction, that slick, scorching liquid fire.

“Ride my fingers,” he ordered.



She complied instantly, grinding down, her breath hitching again, her hips setting a rhythm that took her close, but he pulled out, denying her relief. She wailed her protest and bit down on the couch.