Crimson Truth (Onyx Assassins 4)

The physical? I could deliver those all night long.

“Benedict?” Her hips squirmed in my hands, and I pinned them to the bed, my grip firm, but gentle so I didn’t bruise her delicate skin.

I answered her with my tongue, licking her from her entrance to the swollen nub of her clit. She tasted like honey and wine, a heady combination that went straight to my cock.

She cried out, her hips bucking against my grip, and I held her still while I took my time, sipping and tonguing at her flesh. She trembled when I flicked her clit. She moaned when I pressed the flat of my tongue against it. Her nails raked my scalp when I held it between my teeth.

“Goddess,” she groaned, her hips struggling against my grip.

“You’re so used to taking what you want,” I said with another long lick.

She vibrated, as if the magic within her couldn’t stay still, either. She was mesmerizing, enchanting, and so damned sexy that I didn’t give a shit about the carpet digging into my knees. I’d stay here forever. Who the fuck needed to feed? I’d sustain myself on her for the rest of my days as long as she whimpered like that again.

“Have you ever, just once, let someone give it to you?” I asked, fluttering my tongue over her clit but not giving her enough to make her come.

“Benedict!” she demanded, frustration evident in every tight line of her body as she strained for what I wouldn’t let her take, wouldn’t let her control.

“Do you know the power you have when you just surrender?” Another long lick.

“You’re killing me,” she whimpered, her hips rocking against my grip.

My heart pounded and my fangs pulsed in time. Her blood rushed through her thighs, and hunger rose so swiftly I nearly fed right there. If she didn’t break soon, I was going to.

“You have to trust me, Jocelyn.” I dipped my tongue inside her, and she gasped.

“I do trust you!”

“Trust me to give you what you need.” My chest rumbled with a groan as I thrust, fucking her with long, sure strokes of my tongue. Heaven. I’d gone to heaven.

“Yes!” she cried.

I stopped, flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit as I lifted my head.

“Benedict!”

“Keep saying my name like that and I might just think you’re begging,” I teased, dancing my tongue around her clit.

“Fine!” She tugged at my hair, the bite of pain only turning me on even more. “I’m begging. Please, Benedict, please!” Her hips stilled.

Fuck, yes. I sank back into her, eating at her with my lips and tongue, scraping over her with my teeth. I drove her pleasure, taking her right to the edge where she trembled, her pussy clenching as I stroked her with my fingers, finding her G-spot and curling inward as I worked her clit relentlessly.

She came with a cry, her hips convulsing, rocking into my mouth as I pushed her onward. When she started to come down, I hooked her thighs over my shoulders and took her there again, keeping her on the peak for longer, until every muscle in her body shook, her moans filling the room.

Only after that did I lose the underwear and climb up her body, lifting her to the center of the bed.

“What the hell was that?” she asked, her eyes glazed, the soft stars in them blurring slightly.

“Not enough,” I answered, losing myself in the sensation of her skin against mine as I lowered myself to the cradle of her thighs. “That was not enough.”

She smiled, and my heart clenched, even as I fit the head of my cock to her slick entrance.

“Do you want me to grab a condom?” I asked.

She shook her head. “You can’t get me pregnant, and it’s been a while, so it’s not like I even have anything I could give you.”

I nodded once. “Say yes,” I demanded, the heat of her unraveling whatever was left of my control.

“Now who’s begging?” She looped her arms around my neck.

“Say yes, now, Jocelyn.” Sweat beaded on my forehead as the predator rose within me. Bite. Touch. Taste. Claim.

“Yes, Benedict,” she whispered, ghosting a kiss over my lips. “Yes.”

I thrust home, sinking into her with one long roll of my hips.

“Holy shit,” I groaned at the perfection, the silken, slick heat of her.

“Are you going to make me beg again?” Her breath came in little pants against my lips.

“Fuck, no.” I kissed her hard and took her harder, sliding in and out of her with measured strokes, leaving the tight heaven of her body only to slam home again and again.

We moved together seamlessly, arching and straining, with a perfection I’d never even imagined existing. This right here was my world. Just this bed, this moment, this woman. It all narrowed down to her.

I pushed her knee toward her chest and took her deeper, swallowing her gasp as I laid claim to her over and over, knowing that she was really the one claiming me.