Shadow Flight (Shadow Riders 5)

Her hands found his hair, fisting there. At times she pulled on his scalp, the pain adding to the sensations whipping through his body like lightning strikes straight to his cock. She wasn’t quiet, and he loved hearing her moans and her cries. The little sob in her voice as he took her up further and further and then backed off. She was so ready, but he hated to stop. He didn’t want to lose this moment of intimacy with her. He might never get it back.

Her body shuddered and he put one hand on her belly, fingers wide to feel the tension coiling so tightly there. She was fighting the sensations, afraid now, near panicked at that pleasure spilling through her, fear creeping in at the unknown.

He added his fingers, curling one deep, stroking the little bundle of nerves while he worked her clit with his teeth and tongue. “Now, amore mio, let go. Just let go. I’m right here with you. You have to trust someone. Let that someone be me.” He kept his voice gentle when he wanted to growl like a wild animal. His own body was making demands, so hard, full and painful, he feared he might make a fool of himself like some hapless teenager. He used his tongue, fluttering, probing, lapping, all the while keeping up that persistent stroking.

He knew the exact moment she chose to surrender to him. To give herself to him fully. To trust her body to him. One moment her entire body was shuddering, fighting the need to come, the tension in her making her almost rigid, and then she just gave in, relaxing, breathing, letting her body take over.

The orgasm swept through her like a tidal wave. Strong. Powerful. Sending shock waves through her. He felt ripples through her belly and down her thighs. He lapped at the hot liquid and then suckled, drawing that sweet honey out with his tongue so he could have more. He knew he should stop—her gift of trust to him was a tremendous one—but he couldn’t quite relinquish his place between her thighs. Not yet. Not when her taste was so addictive.

He sent another orgasm crashing through her and then a third. She screamed through the third one, and when he licked at her, she nearly sobbed his name, jerking at his hair. He lifted his head. “Are you too sensitive for more, because I love this. I could do this all night.”

He watched her face. She wanted this as much as he did. He could see the beauty there, the pleasure, the triumph. When he ducked his head and lapped at her again, he got the same reaction. The fist in his hair jerked hard, and this time her hips did the same. Yeah. She was too sensitive to continue.

Nicoletta flung her arm over her eyes, struggling for breath. “Dio, Taviano. If you kept that up, I think I would have died.”

He laughed softly and rubbed his face on her thighs before kissing his marks on her. He loved looking at them. His cock hurt like a bear and he needed relief desperately. Any movement made it known that he was going to have to hit the shower soon. He tugged down his zipper and managed to get his trousers off. They didn’t wear underwear in the shadows. It was one less thing to worry about. He took a deep breath the moment he was free of the confining material. He would have liked to climb on the bed with her, but not like this, not naked with his cock standing stiff and demanding. His fist circled the base. He gripped hard. Even that felt good.

“Taviano.”

He closed his eyes. Her voice. There was too much temptation, too much seduction, and he was too far gone. He shook his head, but he didn’t step away when she slid off the bed and went to her knees in front of him.

“Piccola, you did exactly what we’d hoped. We don’t want to ruin it.”

His fist slid up and down his cock. Dio, it felt good. He gripped harder, looking down at her mouth. Those lips. There was a faint mark on her lower lip where he’d bitten her. The thought of his cock in her hot mouth, his hand on her throat while she swallowed his come, all the while looking into his eyes—that would be sexy.

He dropped his gaze to her breasts. His mark was there as well. He could pump his cock and empty himself all over those beautiful breasts. Rub his essence into her like lotion. Feed her some with his fingers. Watch it drip from her nipples. The thought made him harder than ever, and drops leaked from the head of his cock.

He wished her thighs were open so he could see the strawberries he’d put there. Without thinking, he touched her knee with his foot, nudging just a little, his gaze still on her face. Her lashes fluttered, but her gaze remained on his fist sliding, pumping his cock. That fact that she watched him made him hotter than hell. She opened her knees wide and there was the evidence of his claiming, the bright chains of strawberries. She was slick; that addicting cream was all his.