His to Take (Wicked Lovers #9)(102)
Author: Shayla Black

Joaquin opened his mouth as if he had more to say, but she cut him off. “I know. I just don’t care right now. My entire day has been surrounded by death. I have to feel alive. I don’t want to feel latex. I need to feel you. You keep saying you’ll be here for me. Do it. Please . . .”

His fingers tightened on her as he scanned her face. She saw the moment he chose to give in, and elation spiked, sizzling up her blood.

“Fuck,” he muttered, then lifted her into his arms, carrying her out of the bathroom.

Seconds later, he dropped her to the mattress. Before she even stopped bouncing, he gripped her thighs and tugged, pulling her down to the edge of the bed and spreading her legs wide. With jerky movements, he tore off his T-shirt and knelt. Bailey barely had time to guess his intent before he fitted his lips over her pussy and swiped his tongue through her moist flesh, flattening his tongue over her clit.

She cried out at the instant jolt of sensation. But he didn’t let up. Instead, Joaquin opened her wider and ate her like he was starved for the taste of her. All gusto, he knew exactly where and how to focus his tongue to make every nerve in her sex flare to life.

She looked down her body, watching his dark head work between her legs. As if he sensed her, he opened his eyes and snared her gaze. His mouth on her sex, his stare connected to hers—it had to be the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. A fresh flare of arousal lit up her system.

“Pinch your nipples. Let me see you do it,” he demanded, nipping her thigh.

Bailey flushed. She’d never been one to touch her breasts during masturbation, but knowing he’d be looking at the way she manhandled the little nubs, hoping it would drive him mad . . . she couldn’t wait.

Without hesitation, she gripped her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed. The instant tingle shocked her, licking a line of fire down to her clit. Joaquin groaned and ratcheted up the heat by laving her little bud of nerves at a voracious, insatiable pace.

Under his touch, her chilled skin burned. Her tense body melted into the bed. Her empty heart filled. Joaquin could be dangerous, remote, difficult. But he wasn’t irresponsible. If this man was willing to risk the sort of permanent connection with her that came from creating life, he must have feelings for her, too.

“That’s it,” he coached. “Harder. Make your nipples red. Make me die to take them in my mouth.”

His words alone nearly made her whimper. She knew nothing but him and did as he’d bid, blinking down at him as he sucked her clit into his mouth and made her squirm with need.

A squeeze, a tug, a twist, she could feel her hard tips gathering blood and swelling as he nipped at her, the slight edge of his teeth grazing her most sensitive spot. She gasped and instinctively gripped the crests of her breasts harder. He pulled her flesh into his mouth again, this time giving her a little more bite. Her breath shuddered. When she twisted her nipples this time, the tiny bit of delicious soreness roused a whole new level of desire. How good would it feel if he sucked the tips into his hot mouth and worked them more? How hard would she come once he shoved his stiff length inside her and rode her to orgasm?

Once more, he trapped her clit between his teeth—not hard, but enough to make her yelp. As soon as the sting of pain dissolved, pleasure roared in. Her blood began to boil. Sensations gathered and knotted between her legs. She knew this feeling. He alone had given it to her before.

“Joaquin?”

“Hold on, baby girl. I’m not done tormenting you.”

“But—”

“Who do you belong to right now?”

Bailey hesitated, trying to find her brain. He lowered his head and licked her, avoiding the one sensitive spot that would send her over the edge.

“Who?” he barked.

“You,” she managed to breathe out.

“That’s right. So you’ll wait.”

She twisted, trying to deal with her needy body and the relentless ache he’d created. Instinctually, she cupped her breasts and gave her nipples another vicious tug. Joaquin fingered her clit again and watched her, his eyes burning, vowing without a word to give her the kind of ecstasy that would blow her mind. As soon as he touched her, the orgasm loomed closer, taking over her body, an urgent swell of desire she wasn’t sure she could delay.

She mewled and writhed, her legs falling open and begging him to fill her. He gripped her hips with biting fingers and devoured her with his greedy tongue again, quickly dismantling her self-control.

“So swollen. You want this.” It wasn’t a question. He knew it as fact.

“Yes. Please. Now.”

Some vague part of her registered that she was pleading with him for sex. She sounded wanton and desperate—and she really didn’t care. As long as he satisfied the ache, as long as he became one with her tonight and filled up all the dark, empty spaces in her body and heart, nothing else mattered.