J.R. Ward the Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4 - J. R. Ward [431]
Oh…hell. He closed his eyes. Oh…shit.
“What?” she asked.
This kind of violent, territorial impulse was characteristic of a bonded male. The hallmark of one, actually.
Z lifted his arm, put his nose to his bicep, and breathed in deep…. The bonding scent was coming out of his skin. It was faint, probably only recognizable to him, but it was there.
Shit. Now what was he going to do?
Unfortunately, his instincts answered. As his body roared, he picked her up and headed for the bed.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Bella stared at Zsadist’s face while he carried her across the room. His black eyes were narrowed into slits, a dark, erotic greed glittering in them. As he put her on the bed and looked down at her body, she had the distinct thought that he was going to eat her alive.
Except he just loomed over her.
“Arch your back for me,” he demanded.
Okay…not what she expected.
“Arch your back, Bella.”
Feeling oddly exposed, she did as he asked, craning her body off the mattress. As she moved on the bed, she glanced at the front of his shorts. His erection gave a mighty jerk, and the idea that it was going to be inside of her soon helped loosen her up.
He reached down and brushed one of her nipples with his knuckle. “I want this in my mouth.”
A delicious greed of her own took root. “Then kiss—”
“Shh.” His knuckle traveled in between her breasts and down her stomach. He stopped when he got to her belly button. Took his forefinger and ran a little circle around her navel. Then paused.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
He didn’t. He went lower until he brushed across the top of her cleft. She bit her lip and eyed his body, that huge, warrior frame with all that stark, hard muscle. God… She was really getting ready for him.
“Zsadist—”
“I’m going to want to go down on you. And I won’t be able to stop myself.” With his free hand he rubbed his lips, as if he were imagining the act. “You prepared to let me do that?”
“Yes…”
He fingered the distorted side of his mouth as he stroked her slit. “Wish I had something better-looking to offer you. Because you’re going to be perfect down there. I know it.”
She hated the shame that came through his pride. “I think you’re—”
“You’ve got one last chance to tell me no, Bella. If you don’t right now, I’m going to be all over you. No stopping, and I don’t think I can be gentle about it.”
She held her arms out to him. He nodded once, as if they’d made some kind of pact, and then went to the end of the bed.
“Spread your legs. I want to see you.”
A nervous flush came over her.
He shook his head. “Too late, Bella. Now…it’s too late. Show me.”
Slowly she cocked one of her knees up and gradually revealed herself.
His face melted, the tension and the harshness bleeding out of him. “Oh…God…” he whispered. “You’re…beautiful.”
Leaning down onto his arms, he prowled up the bed to her body, his eyes fixated on her secret skin as if he’d never seen anything like it. When he got in range, wide hands smoothed their way up the insides of her thighs, opening them even farther.
But then he frowned and looked up at her. “Wait, I’m supposed to kiss you on the mouth first, aren’t I? I mean, males start at the top and work their way down, don’t they?”
What an odd question…like he’d never done this at all?
Before she could reply he began to move back, so she sat up and captured his face in her hands.
“You can do whatever you like to me.”
His eyes flashed and he held his position for a split second.
Then he lunged at her, taking her down onto the bed. His tongue shot into her mouth and his hands tangled in her hair, pulling on her, arching her, trapping her head. The hunger in him was ferocious, a warrior’s thick-blooded need for sex. He was going to take her with all the strength he had, and she was going to be sore when he was through using her. Sore and utterly blissed out. She couldn’t wait.
Suddenly, he stopped and pulled back from her mouth. He was breathing deeply and had a flush on his cheeks as he looked her in the eye.
And then he smiled at her.
She was so surprised she didn’t know what