J.R. Ward the Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4 - J. R. Ward [433]
“Oh…Jesus…you’re delicious,” he said, going back down with his mouth.
He stretched out on the bed, looping his arms under her knees and overflowing the space between her thighs…a male who wasn’t going anywhere for a long while. His breath was hot and needy, his mouth hungry and desperate. He explored her with an erotic compulsion, licking and probing with his tongue, sucking with his lips.
When her hips bucked, one of his arms moved across her stomach, holding her in place. She lurched again and he paused without lifting his head.
“Are you okay?” he asked, raspy voice muffled, words vibrating into her core.
“Please…” It was the only thing that came to mind.
He pulled back a little, and all she could do was look at his glossy lips and think of where they had been.
“Bella, I don’t think I can stop. There’s this…roar in my head telling me to keep my mouth on you. How can I make this…okay for you?”
“Make me…finish me,” she said hoarsely.
He blinked as if she’d surprised him. “How do I make you come?”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing. Only faster.”
He was a quick study as he figured out what made her go wild, and he was ruthless once he discovered how to give her an orgasm. He drove her hard, watching her as she shattered apart once, twice…many times. It was as if he fed from her pleasure and was insatiable.
When he finally lifted his head, she was limp.
He looked at her gravely. “Thank you.”
“God…I’m the one who should be saying that.”
He shook his head. “You let an animal into the most beautiful part of you. I’m the one with the gratitude.”
He pushed away from her body, that flush of arousal still in his cheeks. That erection still straining.
She held her arms out to him. “Where are you going? We’re not done.”
As he hesitated, she remembered. She rolled over onto her stomach and braced herself up on all fours, a shameless offer. When he didn’t move, she looked back at him. He’d closed his eyes as if in pain, and that confused her.
“I know you only do it this way,” she said softly. “That’s what you told me. It’s okay with me. Really.” There was a long silence. “Zsadist, I want to finish this between us. I want to know you…like this.”
He rubbed his face. She thought he was going to leave, but then he shifted around so he was behind her. His hands fell lightly on her hips and he urged her to one side, onto her back.
“But you only—”
“Not with you.” His voice was rough. “Not like that with you.”
She opened her legs, ready for him, but he just sat back on his heels.
His breath left on a shudder. “Let me get a condom.”
“Why? I’m not fertile now, so you don’t need one. And I want you to…finish.”
His brows dropped low over his black eyes.
“Zsadist…this hasn’t been enough for me. I want to be with you.”
She was about to reach for him when he rose up onto his knees and brought his hands to the front of his running shorts. He fumbled with the drawstring and then pulled the elastic waistband out and down, revealing himself.
Bella swallowed hard.
His arousal was enormous. A perfectly beautiful, rock-solid aberration of nature.
Holy…Moses. Would he even fit?
His hands trembled as he hooked the shorts under the twin weights below his erection. Then he leaned over her body, positioning himself at her core.
When she put her hand out to stroke him, he jerked away. “No!” As she recoiled, he cursed. “I’m sorry…. Look, just let me take care of it.”
He moved his hips forward and she felt the head of him, blunt and hot, against her. His hand came behind one of her knees and he stretched her leg up; then he pushed inside a little, then a little farther. As sweat bloomed over his entire body, a dark scent reached her nose. For a moment, she wondered if…
No, he couldn’t be bonding with her. It wasn’t in his nature.
“God…you’re tight,” he croaked. “Oh…Bella, I don