Wicked Bite (Realm Enforcers #5)(39)

"Nessa," he said, his mouth moving nicely against hers. "This is a mistake."

"Aye." Tightening her hold on his neck, she pressed against him, sliding her tongue inside his mouth. Honey and some sort of bourbon awoke her taste buds. "You taste good," she whispered.

He growled.

There was nothing like a bear growl-so real. Tingles rippled through her, lighting every nerve with a fiery need.

She continued to explore him, feeling feminine power. She licked his lips, the corners of his mouth, and then slid her tongue inside his mouth again. The play aroused her as much as him. He remained perfectly still, his body one tense line, the atmosphere clogging with that tension. She breathed him in, caressing down his neck to smooth her hands over his impressive chest. Slowly, deliberately, she fastened her teeth on his bottom lip and gently pulled.

His control snapped.

In one smooth movement, he planted a hand across her entire upper back and one on her ass, jerking her so hard against him her panties were pushed inside her. She gasped, opening her mouth just enough for him to thrust his tongue inside. His lips were fierce and strong on hers, overwhelming her in every sense.

Bear McDunphy didn't kiss.

He consumed.

Rolling on top of her, he continued to work her mouth, giving her so much pleasure from the simple act that she'd never be the same. He ripped off her shirt. "I want all of you," he whispered against her lips, his hands stroking down her body.

Yes. Everything. More.

Cool air slid across her nipples, forcing them to become even tighter. His mouth released hers and he caressed down her neck, licking and sucking, his mouth an inferno hotter than any fire.

Everywhere he touched, everywhere he licked, she heated just for him. It was as if he had the key to her and wanted to unlock every single thing she'd ever feel. Need. Crave.

The rasp of his tongue against her nipple made her cry out and arch into him. His stubble burned between her breasts and stole her breath. His hand moved down, and he circled her clit outside her silk panties. "Oh, you're wet, baby." Chuckling, his mouth lava-hot on her breast, he snapped the sides of the panties and threw them across the room. "Open," he whispered.

She gladly spread her legs, so much need in her that this couldn't be real. It had to be a dream. "Bear," she whispered. He slid a finger inside her, and sparks flared behind her closed eyelids. It was too much. "Now." Grabbing his shoulders, she tried to pull him up into her.

"Wait."

"No. Now." She used all her strength, and he still didn't move. "Please. Gonna die."

He kissed his way across her skin, nipping and biting on the way. "I wanna taste you."

"Later." She clawed down his back and sank her nails into his very firm butt. "Edge off first." God. She couldn't even talk in complete sentences.

He gently lowered his body to hers. "You sure?"

"Aye. Sure." She pushed against him.

"All right." He grabbed her hands and pushed them above her head, holding her captive. "Then it's gonna be my way."



       
         
       
        

She couldn't move. The idea, the simple act, nearly threw her into an early orgasm. Her thighs trembled, and she lifted her knees, slapping her skin against his to hold him in place.

He looked fierce. Angled face, hard body, full determination.

Then he thrust into her. Not gentle, not seeking. He drove deep, filling her completely, and she cried out at the perfect fullness of him. Oh, he was so big it hurt, but pleasure quickly overtook the pain. Finally-she was with a man not afraid of her position or skills. One who didn't want to use her for political gain. One who, basically, just wanted to fuck her.

But it was more than that. He was more than that.

He pulled out and plunged back in, rocking the entire bed. Pleasure increased and flooded through her. Her entire body tightened as a release rolled over her-so perfect. So complete.

But he kept thrusting, hard and fast, his body in complete control. The hands over hers allowed for no movement, and with his body pounding into hers, she was trapped on the bed.

Even her thighs were spread wide by his hips.

All she could do was feel.

Every thrust, every touch of skin on skin, every tightening of his muscles-she felt them all.

He hammered harder and harder, forcing her to take more of him, forcing her to take all of him. She climbed, her tension rising, need uncoiling inside her again with razor-sharp edges. She opened her eyes wide and gasped as the next release took her. The explosions inside her jerked her entire body, and she cried out, curling her fingers through his and trusting him to keep her tethered.