Page 59 of Lethal Game

He dragged his gaze up to her face. “How’s your brain? Still thinking?”

Her brow furrowed. “What?”

He petted her, letting his fingers massage and stroke the sensitive skin around her breasts. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

She hung in his arms, her breathing fast and shallow, her eyes dilated until the rim of blue was just a ring around the black. “No one has ever seen...” Her voice trailed off into nothing as he put his hand on her breast and flicked his thumb over the nipple. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger next and her eyes fluttered shut.

No man has ever seen her like this.The thought made him harder than stone and greedier than King Midas.No man has ever touched her.

She clutched at him and ran her hands over his chest, abdomen, and shoulders. “I want to touch all your muscles.” Her untutored hands had him shaking with the need to fuck her, but this wasn’t about him, it was all about her.

He continued to torment her nipple as he leaned down to kiss her softly, gently. He wanted her with him every step of the way. “Gorgeous,” he whispered. “So fucking gorgeous.” He trailed kisses, stopping every so often to nip and suck down her neck. “Still thinking, sweetheart?”

She moaned, but nothing intelligible.

Getting closer.

“Let’s find out if you can orgasm just from this.” He bent her back and nibbled his way to her nipple. He sucked it in, and she bucked and bit the palm of one of her hands.

He laved it with his tongue and sucked it, over and over.

She gasped and shook.

She was nearly there.

He sent one hand down her body and massaged her clit through her clothes.

She screamed into her hand, her knees buckled, and he scooped her up, laying her on his narrow bed. Her eyes were squeezed shut. “Sophia?”

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The sound of her namecoming from his throat made it a demand, an entreaty. She forced her eyes open to stare up at Con, the marauder, the thief who’d stolen her breath, her will. He’d given her something in return.

Pleasure.

Pleasure was something she’d felt little of in her life, and what she’d experienced was mainly intellectual satisfaction. Not physical, primitive, sensual satisfaction.

Now that she knew what it was and felt it, she craved it. And she found she loved seeing him like this. Hot, hard, and hungry for her.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, hovering over her breasts like a great beast. Yet, she knew he was putting her own sexual needs before his own.

“No,” she breathed. “Never stop.”

He growled and took her mouth in a rush, kissing her like she was as necessary for him to continue breathing as air.

When he lifted his head, he slowly looked down her body until he reached the juncture of her thighs. “I’m going to take these off you and make you come again.” His voice sounded like it had been ground up by gravel.

She made a shocked sound at the back of her throat. Oh, how she wanted that. “Yes.”

He smiled at her and it promised so much sin, she shivered.

He lowered his head and began sucking on her breasts, while his hands worked her pajama bottoms and panties down and off. His gaze flicked up to meet hers as his mouth moved lower and he left kisses on her abdomen and navel.

Why did everywhere he touched feel like an erogenous zone?

She panted, unsure what to do. This position left her so exposed. A whimper escaped her lips.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he whispered as he moved up to kiss one breast then the other. “I’ve got you.”

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