Mine to Crave (Mine 4)

Her bra was a lacy temptation. Her breasts full and round, and when he tossed the bra away and those breasts spilled into his hands…Perfect.

He threw aside her pants. Nearly shredded her panties. This time wasn’t about softness and seduction. This was about need. Want. Desire that was running unchecked through him.

Too long.

He needed to fuck. Hard and fast. More, he needed to fuck her.

Her mouth called to him, those plump lips teasing him. He took her lips and thrust his tongue deep even as he backed her up to the bed.

“Your clothes—” Jasmine gasped against his mouth.

Then he tumbled her onto the bed. He didn’t give a shit about the bed getting wet from his clothing.

He needed to touch her.

His hands learned her first. He started with her breasts. Plucking the nipples. Loving the way they went so tight at his touch. He stroked her, cupped her.

She arched into him. Her breath came in little gasps that made his cock grow even harder.

Want in her.

His hand swept over the curve of her stomach. But when his fingers skimmed along the edge of her bandage, Drake froze.

What the hell am I doing? She’s hurt! He tried to pull back.

“Don’t even think of stopping,” Jasmine said, her voice a sensual demand. “I need you, Drake. I. Need. You.”

Every muscle in his body ached for her. “I’m too rough. You’re hurt—”

“Pain…is the last thing I feel right now. Don’t stop.”

And he knew he couldn’t. “I’ll use care.” Somehow, he would. His hands slid down her body. Down…down…right to the heat between her thighs.

“Drake!”

He explored her. Slowly at first, caressing the sensitive flesh, but when her hips arched against him, his touch became more demanding as he thrust two fingers into her.

She was hot and tight and he knew she’d feel fantastic around him.

“I want to touch you!” She was struggling with his wet clothes. “Get these off!”

He pulled away from her, just long enough to toss his clothes across the room and grab for a condom. He rolled it on, hissing out a breath because he wanted to be balls-deep in her now.

She was splayed out for him on the bed. Her nipples were pink, tempting. So very temping.

He licked her nipple. She jerked at the contact. He licked her again. Sucked that flesh. Scored her lightly, sensually, with the edge of his teeth.

His hand was between her legs and he felt the rush of arousal as she grew slick for him.

He kissed his way down her stomach. Her legs parted even more for him. He blew lightly over her clit. She tried to reach for him, saying that she wanted to touch him again, but he caught her wrists and held them tightly with one hand.

Then he put his mouth on her.

She came that way, with his mouth against her, his tongue in her, the first time. Crying out, Jasmine arched against him and he loved it.

Her body was shaking, quivering, and it was all for him.

Drake rose up quickly and drove deep into her, as deep as he could go—even as the climax still shook her.

Balls deep.

Her eyes were wide and dark with pleasure. Her cheeks flushed. She was beautiful and she was—

Begging for more.

“Please,” Jasmine gasped, her voice husky and desperate. “Drake, please!”

He withdrew. Thrust deeper. He still had her wrists in his grasp and he lifted them up, pinning them above her head. He wanted the control, but he’d sure see to it that she had her share of pleasure.

Enough pleasure to make her scream.

He plunged into her again, his rhythm giving them both just what they needed. Wanted. The wooden posters of his bed thudded into the wall. There was no restraint, no slow build up.

His cock sank into her, again and again.

Her legs lifted and locked around his hips as she tried to meet his thrusts.

It wasn’t enough.

He needed more.

He withdrew from her.

“Drake?”

In a flash, he’d rolled her over, positioning her on her knees. He wanted in her even deeper.

“Hold the headboard,” he ordered.

Her hands curled over the wood.

“Hold tight,” he whispered into her ear as his body wrapped around hers. She shivered against him. “Is this…okay…are you hurting?”

He didn’t want to hurt those stitches—

“Only pleasure,” Jasmine whispered back.

He put his mouth on the curve of her neck. His hand slid under her, fondling her breasts, then moving down, down, and finding the tight center of her need.

He stroked her clit even as he thrust into her.

Jasmine cried out. Her hands flew off the headboard.

“Hold tight!” Drake ordered her.

Her hands slapped back down and he drove into her with a thrust that had them both gasping. He thrust and stroked her, playing with her clit, forcing her closer to another release, one that he knew would be hard and brutal, because the orgasm pounding down on him was going to be that way. It was going to—

Consume.

She screamed his name as he erupted. The spasms of his release had him pounding deep into her. Pleasure made him blind and nearly mad for a moment as he held tightly to her. His whole body ached as the release seemed to go on and on, surging through Drake.

Her breaths were rushed and desperate.

And he was holding her too hard.

Awareness slowly came back to Drake.

Jasmine’s knuckles were white as they curled around the headboard. Her body was quivering.

The scent of sex and vanilla and woman hung in the air.

Perfect.

He kissed her shoulder.