Tempting (Inked Hearts 1)

His eyelids press together as he groans.

"Fuck me, Ethan. Please. I want you inside me." I stroke him. "I want to come on your cock."

He groans. When his eyes open, they connect with mine. Something in his expression shifts. He's still concerned about me, but he's also ravenous with desire.

He needs this too.

I press my lips to his. He kisses back hard and deep. His hands go to my hips and hold my body in place against his.

His cock strains against me. I pull back as I wince. Ethan is huge and I'm not warmed up yet.

He pushes himself to his forearms. His eyes lock with mine. "Look me in the eyes, Vi."

I do.

"Tell me you want to feel pleasure."

"I do."

"That you deserve every fucking ounce of pleasure in the world."

That's harder. I take a deep breath to fight the anxiety spreading to my limbs. "I… I don't know."

"You do." He drags his lips over my neck. "You don't believe it yet. But you will." His tongue flicks against my nipple. "This is for me." He teases me again and again. "Because I want to watch you writhe under me. Because I want to hear you scream my name. Because I want you more than I've ever wanted anything."

"Ethan, please."

"Beg me."

"Please fuck me. Please make me feel good."

His voice is heavy, breathy. "Fuck, Vi." He looks up at me, his eyes filled with all the desire in the world, then his lips are on my chest. He plays with one nipple. Then the other.

His tongue is hot and wet and it feels so fucking good. Every flick of his tongue sends pleasure racing to my core. I do need him. All of him.

I only get his body, but right now that doesn't matter. Right now, I want to give all of myself to him. Right now, I really do believe I deserve all the pleasure he wants to give me.

His hands go to my hips and pin me to the bed. He takes his time dragging his lips down my torso. He plants a kiss just below my belly button. Then lower. Lower.

His tongue slides over my clit. My body screams with pleasure. That voice in my head, the one that believes I deserve only pain after the way I failed Asher, nags at me.

I try to shake it off, but that doesn't work. My hands go to Ethan's hair. "Bite me, Ethan." I press my thigh against his cheek.

He drags his mouth to my thigh. His teeth scrape against my skin. It's light. Barely hurts. He bites harder. Harder. Hard enough it stings.

"Fuck." I tug at his hair. "Don't stop."

He bites me again. Again. It hurts but in a way that feels fucking good. There's something soothing about the pain. It opens me up. It makes me believe I've earned the pleasure he's going to give me.

He drags his lips back to me. His mouth consumes me.

My eyelids flutter closed. I cup the back of his head, arching my hips to match his movements. He's fucking good at this.

Pleasure spreads through my pelvis. It pools between my legs. He licks me everywhere then he focuses right where I need him the most.

My sex clenches with tension. Almost.

Almost.