Rule's Obsession (The House of Rule 1)

Chapter Eight

Damian let out a groan that he didn't try to control and pulled down harder until Angie's small white breasts were pushed up over the material and her bra held tight below them, binding her within the twisted fabric. A raw arrow of lust shot through his veins at the sight. He pressed his thumbs over her nipples, pressing them into her body until she let out a gasp, and then he eased up and began swiping them repeatedly. Back and forth, over and over until he and Angie were panting together and he began to feel like he was foaming at the mouth.

Fire smoldered down his spine and he felt an immediate urge to take her clit between his teeth. But he refused to let go of her nipples. Her eyes were closed, her head against the door as she stood still in his embrace, breathing so hard he didn't know how she couldn't be hyperventilating. "Open your eyes."

She let out a soft moan but her eyes remained closed, though her forehead furrowed with concentration. "Angie," he growled, "Open your eyes. Now."

She stiffened just a little, but her eyes flew open immediately and clashed with his. She looked completely shell-shocked, and he had a fleeting moment when he thought he wouldn't be able to wait to sink inside of her; Angie on her hands and knees might have to come later. He squeezed a nipple with one hand, while with the other, he threaded her hair through his fingers and lifted her face to his and stared down at her. "I want you to take your jeans off." Her eyes were glazed with passion as she blinked up at him. "Do it now. Right now."

She hesitated, her eyes wide.

"Angie," he rasped in warning.

Clumsily, but immediately, her hands fell between them and she began fumbling with the button on her jeans.

A heady sense of territorial possession filled him. If he'd been a lion, he wouldn't have been able to contain his roar of triumph.

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Angie let out a shallow pant, trying to get enough oxygen into her veins to keep her brain working. It was damn near impossible. She'd never been so turned on in her life. The tight leash of control Damian always kept on his emotions was gone, blown away like dust in the wind.

In its place was an uncompromising force that held her captivated.

Her shaking, useless fingers struggled with the button on her jeans until with a low sound of impatience, he dropped to his knees and knocked her hands out of the way. The button gave and the zipper was released and his hands landed on her hips and pushed the jeans and underwear down her legs. He lifted each leg in turn, forced the material down and off until she leaned against the door in nothing but her tangled bra.

His lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder and Angie's thoughts scattered as she felt herself exposed to him. A wave of fire spread over her and a wet heat pulsed between her thighs, softening her.

He spread the lips of her sex out and stroked her with his tongue, up and down, and again, up and down. Fire licked down her spine and a moan came from her lips. His thumb reached up and rubbed over her clit, exposing it to his hungry mouth, and his teeth bit into her, just short of pain. She caught her breath as incendiary heat flowed from her head to her toes and back again.

A rumble came from his chest as he held her open, as wide as she could possibly go, and he flattened his tongue against her, scraping it up and down, over and over until she thought she'd combust right then and there.

He released her for a moment to hiss, "Give me your hands."

Swallowing hard, obeying him without a question, she reached down and he took her hands, where he placed them on the lips of her sex. "Hold yourself open. Just like that."

A stunning arrow of arousal coalesced in the pit of her stomach from the sound of his growling demand and the position he put her in. She spread herself wide and felt the moisture from her body as it dripped down her thigh.

He reached up and cupped her breasts in the palms of his hands while she held herself open to his mouth. He rasped his tongue up and down, three, four, five times, and then took her clit between his teeth. At the same moment she felt his teeth on her clit, his thumbs rasped simultaneously across her nipples.

A blaze of fire stiffened her spine and she let out an uncontrollable whimper of need. She needed to come. She rocked against his mouth, the twin feelings of his fingers squeezing her nipples and the sucking motion on her clit was almost too much to bear. She moaned again and without thinking, she released herself with one hand and sank her fingers into his hair.