“It doesn’t matter.” She raised a hand to his neck and curled her hand around his head, gripping his hair and pulling his face to hers. Far be it from him to reject a kiss from his mate. He’d been dying to taste her again.
She swept her tongue over his lips and drove it into his mouth with an enthusiasm he found sexy as hell. She wanted him. That alone woke the lion and sent a deep rumble through him.
She pulled back from their kiss, panting. Her eyes were hazy with need. “That’s really sexy.”
“What?” he asked, his mind focused on her, her curves, and the way she moaned.
“That growling thing you do.” She licked her lips, and her pupils dilated farther. The scent of her desire thickened around them. “It makes me wet.”
He leaned into her, pressing their lips together and in the process, laying her flat on a bed of thick grass. This kiss wasn’t like the sweet one she’d given him. This was his lion trying to take control. He kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth and owning her. He took. And she gave. She gave and met his ravaging kiss with her own hunger.#p#分页标题#e#
His control all but snapped when she spread her legs to cushion his body with her own. The scent of her need turned him harder than he thought possible. Stinging bites raced down his arms from her raking her nails from his shoulders to his forearms.
FIFTEEN
Bella’s breaths pounded in her ears. Something changed in the kiss. It went from soft to aggressive and possessive in a single tongue slide. Need flooded her system with a new kind of desperation—a basic urge for more of him. All of him. Her pussy throbbed. She felt hot, wet; she was aching for him to fill her.
He pulled from her lips, giving her a chance to gulp air. There was no stopping, though. He glided down, kissing and licking long slides down her neck. Warm wind skated up her thigh as he caressed her leg, pushing the material of her dress up to her hips. The move did nothing to relieve the need she felt for him. It only turned up the fire flaming in her veins.
She gripped his hair between her fingers, holding on to him while he licked her chest. His hair was soft, thick, and a color that fascinated her. She opened her eyes and glanced at him. He’d been watching her.
The hand he had up her leg curled around the flimsy bikini she’d found in her drawer and yanked. It tore with a hiss. She gulped, feeling his fingers part her pussy lips and press at her clit.
“Oh…god!” she moaned brokenly.
He didn’t stop; he flicked circles on the tiny, aching nerve bundle with the speed of one of her sex toys. She gasped at his touch. He bit down on the tube-top dress, peeling it back with his teeth and letting her tits out of the binding.
She arched her back, pushing her breast into his mouth, hoping for that suckling he did that sent electricity careening straight to her clit. He sucked her nipple hard, biting and growling and doing things with his tongue she’d never thought a man could.
The fingers on her clit massaged and then dipped into her sex—in and out, slowly at first and then faster. Her muscles started to burn as she tensed, expecting the wave from her release.
It didn’t take long. He rubbed a wet thumb on her clit and sucked harder on her tit, rumbling against her nipple.
“Oh, god. Yes!”
Vibrations shot through her body, pushing her over the edge. Her pussy clamped around his fingers, gripping and sucking with the contractions from her orgasm. Waves of warm bliss washed over her.
He released her breast with a pop and met her gaze. His face was a mask of harsh lines. It turned her on even more. She pushed him onto his back, straddled him, and smiled at his confused expression.
“I haven’t gotten my mouth on your pussy,” he said. “That was my next step. I want you coming on my mouth. I want to feel your sex grasp at my tongue and suck on it like it’ll do my cock.” He licked his lips. “I want you wetting my face with how hard you come.”
A warm tingle raced to her pussy. “You can eat my pussy later. It’s my turn to play with the lion.”
He shook his head. “Bella—”
“Shhh.” She grinned, running her hands down his chest. “I like touching you. You’re so big. That makes me feel so small.”
His eyes fired into the gold she loved, the animalistic one. “You are small. Small and beautiful.”
She shoved his shirt up. “Yeah, yeah. Now help me get this thing off.”
He laughed and yanked the shirt off in a single tug. Watching his muscles contract wherever she touched made her already-aching pussy grasp at nothing.
“You like it when I touch you?” she asked, knowing full well he did. If the way he clenched his teeth didn’t tell her, the way he breathed harshly with each touch did.#p#分页标题#e#