Talon (Uncompromising #1)(38)

Her nod was clipped and tight.

I gently pushed her hip down and rolled her to her stomach. “Lotta people hide their scars.” I brushed my lips across her flesh. “They bury them deep on the inside, where you can’t see ’em.” Praying she wouldn’t push me away, I ran a finger over the raised flesh that’d saved her from a life of pain. “But do you know what’s truly beautiful?” I traced a tatted flower, leaving three more kisses before moving my lips to her ear. “Do you know what really turns me on?”

“No,” she whispered.

“This.” I ran my palm down the entire length of her incision. “You’re stunning, Nicole Marie Archer.” I held back my accent, letting her full name roll off my tongue with reverence. “I want to sink inside you and watch that gorgeous tattoo as you come all over me.”

She shivered.

I grabbed the condom and used my teeth to rip the foil. “You hear that, beautiful?” I sheathed myself.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she breathed.

I used first my tongue then my teeth along the outside edge of her ear. “You know what’s going to come next?” I dragged a finger through her wetness.

She leaned into my touch and a moan escaped her sweet lips. “No.”

I slipped my hand under her right thigh and lifted. “Yes, you do.”

I pushed inside her from behind.

Fuuuuck.

Hot and tight and perfect, I sunk to the hilt and every second of this fantasy I’d imagined crashed into me. My chest seized up and my mind went straight for a path I was never going to travel again. All the blood rushing to my dick, I pulsed sharp and hard, and her muscles clamped down around me.

It was my undoing.

I pulled back then thrust deep and my fucking mind fell apart. Holding her waist, sliding in and out of her tightness, she was so perfect that the wall around my heart I’d spent two years building crumbled into a million pieces of jasmine innocence.

“Jesus, Siren.” I didn’t have words for this shit. Nothing compared.

She braced her hands against the mattress and pushed back into me. Guttural moans, riding me slow like she was feeling every inch I buried inside her; she was a fucking gift.

“Goddamn, you feel good.”

“Hold on to me,” she begged, breathless.

I moved to my knees behind her, swept her hair into my fist and gripped her hip. Her sweet ass in the air, she slammed back into me.

“Shit,” I growled. “That’s it, darlin’. Don’t hold back on me.”

She did it again and I tightened my hold on her hair. I let her thrust back two more times but then I took control. Swirling my tongue over her tattoo, grazing my teeth up her spine, I filled my hands with her heavy breasts and squeezed her already tight nipples.

A rush of wetness hit my dick and I lost it. I dug my fingers into her hips and started pounding into her. Her pussy began to quiver and I slammed deep, forcing myself to hold still.

“No no no, don’t stop,” she pleaded.

I dropped my chest to her back and curled my body around hers. Dragging my fingers up the insides of her thighs, I grazed the soft flesh of her ear with my teeth then kissed her neck. “You know what you’re gonna do for me, Siren?”

The whimper coming out of her mouth as she shivered from my touch made me smile.

“You’re gonna come.” My thumb swirled across her clit and she fucking detonated.

“Aaaahhh!” Hot and pulsing and soaking wet, she came all over me.

“Fuck yeah.” Hard as shit, barely holding back, I bit down on her neck and rode her orgasm out with her. When her muscles started to go slack, I caught her and turned her in my arms. “Round one, darlin’, you’re just gettin’ started. Wrap your arms around my neck.”

“Please.” Her hands settled in my hair.

I sat back on my knees and cupped her ass. “Please what?” I pushed her down on my cock as I thrust up. “You beggin’ already?”

“I can’t— Please.” Her fingers tightened in my hair and her head fell back. “No,” she panted. “I can’t do that again.”

“Can and will.” I sunk my tongue into her mouth and drove into her. Holding her in my arms, pounding into her slickness, dominating her mouth with my tongue, it felt so fucking good that I didn’t want to think about the crazy shit trying to take up residence in my lust-hazed brain.

Rising up to my knees, I wrapped an arm around her and lowered her to her back. With the change in position, I rode her torturously slow, feeling every inch of this siren underneath me. Pulling almost all the way out, sliding back in, I went deep, so fucking deep. Her lips parted with a shocked inhale and her body turned to liquid around mine as I buried myself completely inside her. A connection I’d never felt before broadsided me.