Surrounded By Temptation(35)

Rob bent and lifted her into his arms—his sexy, tanned, hard as steel arms—and carried her to the bed at the other side of the room, not once releasing her from the drugging kiss until he eased her onto the bed before him.

“You are so beautiful. God’s gift to me, my angel.” Rob removed her clothing, taking his time to kiss and lick every inch he uncovered while he continued to murmur praises as he worshiped her body with his hands and mouth.

“Rob,” she breathed. She was already shaking with need before he’d started this wonderful torture, but now she ached for more from him.

“Yes?”

“Please…” She dragged the word out as she undulated beneath him, trying to make contact.

He eased up and then slowly removed his shirt and jeans, followed by his boxer briefs—at a maddeningly slow pace. Once he was in his gloriously naked form, he moved to her again, kissing the hollow behind her ear, tracing his fingers along her collarbone, making her break out in goose bumps.

Ariel grabbed his head, her fingers unable to find purchase in his hair. God, he felt so good. She needed him to stop or she could come just like this. She needed him to focus on her breasts and her clit. The weeks away from him had left her too impatient.

“I want you to make me come.”

He chuckled against her neck as he moved south—thank God in heaven—but he stopped short of latching onto her nipple.

She groaned. “You’re killing me. Please touch me.”

Because if he didn’t touch her soon like she needed, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from pushing him onto his back and climbing onto him like a wanton woman.

Hmmm… that idea had merit.

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Rob couldn’t take it anymore. His need for Ariel was so raw. He’d wanted to go slow, coax her to her orgasms like he loved, but he couldn’t deny his mate. Not when she begged and his lion demanded he tend to the one person in this world who mattered most. He growled as he swooped down and sucked her nipple and half of her breast into his mouth. Sweet Jesus, she tasted like honey. Her body arched off the bed, trying to get closer as she pushed his head down even harder. His little waif was stronger than she appeared. She always found the strength to get what she wanted…not that he had the desire to deny her.

When she started rocking her hips against him, he shoved his leg between hers. He had to let go of her breast so he could grit his teeth at the hot, wet feel of her pussy on him. She was drenched, ready for him.

He had to taste more of her. He kissed and nipped at her skin as he sank lower. When he reached her sweet spot, he pushed her legs open and inhaled, moaning as he licked her gently—gently because if he ate her like he wanted, she’d be screaming with one orgasm after another and be too sore to take him. As much as he liked the thought, no way was he not fucking her tonight. He was going to be balls deep in her well into the morning. He had no doubt. So he took his time, licking her pussy, tasting her essence as she spilled onto his tongue and finger fucked her when she started getting a little restless.

“Come for me, angel. Let me feel it.”

Her body went taut when her pussy started to spasm around his fingers. She let out the cry that had his dick so hard it was already leaking on her leg. He thrust, trying to easy the ache, but knew his cock wouldn’t be happy getting off anywhere but in her welcoming heat. Rob crawled up her body and took her mouth as he grabbed his dick and rubbed the ruddy head against her slit.

“Oh God, Rob, I’ve missed you. Missed you so much.”

Unable to stop his body’s reaction to her confession, so close to the promise land, he pushed inside her, her pussy squeezing him like a vise as he penetrated her fully.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he gritted as he took her with long, slow strokes, knowing he wouldn’t be able to keep the pace for long. It was evident she had no intentions of him doing that either because she grabbed his ass and forced him to knife into her harder, faster. “Yeah, baby, like that.”

She clawed at his back and sank her little teeth into his shoulder as he fucked her like she wanted, like he needed, like they both demanded. His fangs descended and he had the urge to take her. Claim her. Right fucking now.

He roared instead, fighting the urge the complete their mating, and just relished in the feel of her, of her temptation surrounding him. She’d always be his little temptress, pushing his buttons and testing his boundaries. And that was okay too.

More than okay. It would be perfect, because it was perfect for them. What was normal for another couple didn’t suit what they needed, but nothing in Rob’s life was normal. He had no desire to force Ariel into some relationship because his brothers had followed that path. Rob and Ariel would forge their own. And when she was ready, he’d make her his mate in every sense of the word. Not a moment sooner.