So he can run those sharp teeth over me, and so the threat of him tearing into my throat is even more real and all too arousing.
He laughed deeply, a dark sound that had my clit throbbing. The way the scruff from his cheeks and jaw scraped along my skin created this painful abrasion that had my inner muscles clenching desperately, trying to grasp onto something that could fill it.
Clenching like… that huge cock currently digging against my hip bone.
“I can smell how wet your cunt is, Kayla. I know you’re soaked, know that if I placed my hand between your thighs right now and added a bit of pressure to your clit, you’d come for me so hard.” He groaned. “Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
I couldn’t think or breathe or function coherently enough to answer.
“Yeaaah.” He let that one word drag out between us in that sexy, gruff voice of his. I’d never heard a voice so deep, so arousing. “Yeah, you would, and it would all be for me.”
He licked me nice and slow, up the side of my neck, his teeth biting at my earlobe hard enough it stung. I felt that discomfort rise in me, exploding into a colorful burst of ecstasy.
God, why did that feel so good?
“When I finally have you in my bed, with all that porcelain skin in contrast to my black sheets, I’m going to spread your thighs and sink my cock into your pussy.” He was breathing so hard, his warm, humid breath bathing my skin in a dirty, erotic way. “And you’ll soak me, won’t you?” He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he murmured, “Yeah.”
He started grinding his erection into me with enough force that it was uncomfortable, but God help me… I wasn’t about to stop it.
“You’ll drench my cock until all that sweet, sweet honey has my thighs slick and makes the hottest fucking wet spot on the bed.”
Oh my God. I felt bursts of pleasure exploding in me, knowing I could orgasm from his dirty words alone.
“Nah.” He slid his tongue across my jaw, over my cheek, licking me like a fucking lion playing with his prey, and finally stopped right at the corner of my mouth. “You won’t stop me, because you want this as fucking badly as I do,” he whispered and flattened his tongue to swipe it over my bottom lip. “And Kayla, fucking princess, I ache for you.”
I let my head rest back on the tree and closed my eyes, too tired of trying to fight the need to comply. I wanted to just give in for the first time in my life, to allow that part of myself I’d always thought was wrong to come to the surface and take over completely.
Completely take over until all I felt, saw, smelled, and heard was him. Adryan.
He gripped my chin in a firm, pleasurably uncomfortable hold, positioned my head so I was now looking at him full-on, and I opened my eyes, staring into his. They were dark, so damn dark it was like inky pools of that darkness I craved.
For long seconds we just stared at each other, his cock a throbbing rod between us, my pussy so wet my inner thighs were soaked, my arousal sliding down my inner legs, embarrassingly so.
For long moments we were locked in some kind of power struggle, one I knew I wouldn’t win.
And when he smirked and pulled back an inch, when he started sinking to his knees in front of me, I knew he was waiting for me to stop him. Whether he’d listen to me if I tried, I wasn’t so sure, but the truth was—I wouldn’t have.
I wanted to be so selfish that I put aside the crazy shit he said, the dangerous things that happened, and the frightening way my body reacted to him. I wanted to put all of that aside until the only thing I felt was this… this right here and right now.
And so I stared him in the eye the entire time he went to his haunches, his gaze never wavering from mine. He smirked, and it looked so arrogant, like he knew I wouldn’t deny him, deny this. But fuck him. This wasn’t about him. This was about me and what I wanted, and I was going to allow the only man who’d ever made me feel pleasure to give it to me.
“That’s it.” He kept staring up at me as he slid his hand up my leg, starting at my ankle and slowly moving that huge palm over my calf, slipping it to the inside of my thigh, and using pressure to open me up. “Keep being good for me, kitty. Relax, just relax.” I bit my lip to stifle my moan at hearing him praise me. “That’s right. You’re gonna let me take it, aren’t you? You’re gonna give it to me.” He wasn’t asking, wasn’t phrasing it as a question. He was telling me in that cocky way of his that I wouldn’t stop him.