Desolation Road (Torpedo Ink 4)

Her hands smoothed his shoulders and he saw the capitulation in the brilliant green of her eyes before she bit her lip and nodded. “Yes. I want those same things, Absinthe.”

The smile might have started in his damn cock—hell, he didn’t know, only that it spread through his body like a wildfire, culminating in an impossible-to-hold-back grin. He kissed her stomach, those very firm muscles already moving under his touch in eagerness, as he made his way to the very edge of those fiery red curls proclaiming her a natural redhead.

Very slowly, so she would feel the anticipation, he slid his hands over her hips, shaping that curve, the hollows, the sweet beauty of her feminine form. Absinthe took his time with her, paying attention to every little hitch of her breath. He was by turns gentle and then abruptly a little rough, watching her closely for signs of nervousness. Scarlet’s hips bucked, her back arched, her breasts swayed and jolted as she squirmed and moaned, but she didn’t ask him to stop or reach toward her weapons.

“Spread your legs wide for me, Scarlet, and put them over my shoulders.”

Scarlet’s green gaze jumped once more to his face, went so dark and vivid, she could have been born of the mythical fae right there in the redwood forest. Her ragged breathing turned up another notch as she slowly spread her thighs even farther apart, exposing her beautiful little pink pussy to him. Shit. She looked like a little flower, glistening with dew, just waiting for his attention.

She slowly lifted her legs and obediently draped them over his wide shoulders. His breath caught in his throat. She smelled like heaven. She looked like paradise. She did what he told her, exactly what he needed from his woman. Her red hair was slipping out of her braid with all the wind from the ride on the Harley and it spread out around her like a halo. She was gorgeous. She felt like his. She acted like his.

Absinthe rubbed his palms over her hips and then dipped his head to kiss his way up the inside of her left thigh from her knee to that sweet slick entrance just waiting for him. He found himself, for the first time that he could ever remember in his life, having to force control on himself. He desperately wanted to taste her. He liked to play. He liked to prolong and build anticipation. He derived pleasure from using his voice to command and control, to direct and watch reactions.

He could keep a partner on edge for hours sometimes until they were sobbing and begging him, willing to do anything for him. Those needs were now necessary for his own pleasure and were so deeply ingrained in him, he knew it would be impossible to ever be any different. He’d automatically used his voice to command those around him to do his bidding sexually in order to survive his childhood. Over the years, more and more, he had come to need every act of obedience. It was the only way to get his cock and senses to come together enough in a rush to explode in any kind of pleasure.

Now, inhaling Scarlet’s fragrance, kissing his way up the inside of her satin thigh, running his tongue along her damp, swollen lip to collect the droplets of honey, he could barely maintain his own control. He desperately wanted to be inside her, to feel what she was like surrounding him, to move in her. She felt his completely. In that moment, he needed her to be completely his.

“Say it.” His tongue swiped between her swollen lips, stabbed deep and she jerked so hard he pressed his hand on her belly, holding her in place.

Absinthe lifted his head and waited. Her green eyes bounced all over the place. He stayed calm, although he didn’t feel that way inside. The way she looked added to his dark thrill. With an effort she focused on him again. His cock jerked at the deepening lust in her eyes. The wild excitement.

Watching her face, he licked at her clit and then flicked the inflamed nub with his finger and thumb. He made it a casual movement, when he felt anything but casual. She gasped and shuddered, her hips bucking.

“Say you belong to me.” The command was issued in his soft voice—again, he didn’t push influence into it and had to fight himself not to do it.

She swallowed hard and nodded several times. “I do, Aleksei. I do belong to you. I want to.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like that name, Scarlet, and my woman never calls me that. What do you call me?”

He lowered his head again to that perfect tight little pussy because there was no resisting her taste. Or her scent. He wanted her with every breath he drew. Where was all his control and discipline? Why was she driving him out of his mind? He should be the one driving her out of her mind. He should be spending time on her thighs. Kissing. Teasing. Nipping with his teeth. Instead, he devoured her, used his tongue to draw out as much of her nectar as he could possibly take over and over again. He was so damn greedy, driving her up, holding her on the edge, fluttering his tongue, stabbing wickedly, using the edge of his teeth and then pulling back.