Delicious. Perfect. Sweet and succulent and mine, mine, mine—
Heavy-handed instinct pounded through him. The beast in him took over.
He slid a finger inside her, abrupt, invasive. He sucked at her greedily, grazing her swollen nub with his teeth, licking her all over. He didn’t know if he was being gentle enough. He didn’t know how long he could hold himself back; she was moaning and rocking and gasping his name, her nails dug into his shoulders. With his free hand he cupped her breast, pinched the hard n****e, watched the effect it had on her, and reveled in it.
“Come for me,” he growled, and slid another finger inside her.
She cried out, her thighs trembling against his shoulders, her body taut as a bowstring beneath him. She froze for a moment and even seemed to stop breathing. Then
