Page 88 of Precious Hazard

“You need to dry your hair before going to sleep,” I say as I lower her next to the messy bed.

Tara tilts her chin up, looking at me through the wet strands covering her still-flushed face. “Is that an order?”

“Yes.”

Those brilliantly green eyes squint in defiance. “You don’t get to give me orders, DeVille.”

I stare back at her, soaking in the sight of this bewitching creature. Every single detail about her leaps out at me. Her neck, reddened by the scrape of my scruff and still sporting my hickey. The mark I was more than thrilled to brand her with. That pillowy lower lip of hers, blood-red and swollen from my bruising kisses. Her breasts, with mouthwatering nipples, peeking through the wet strands of her mane.

It’s like we’re back in the shower because she’s glaring at me so intensely she could burn me alive. Her eyes are roving down my chest, scanning my torso. Is she cataloging the marks she left on me? I’m certain there are trails upon trails of her fingernail scratches across my back. It’s not hard to picture, considering the shredded appearance of my front.

The room around us is completely silent, save for our breaths, which are becoming more rapid while we eye each other in our second stare down of the night. The air between us grows thicker, charged to a point where a tiny spark could make it combust.Fuuuuck, I want to fuck her. Again. Tonight. Right now.

But I won’t.

Once was risky enough. I can’t let this absurd addiction consume me.

“I’m gonna head to bed,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Terrific idea.”

“Fine.” I nod.

“Okay,” she bites back.

My breath comes out in quick bursts like I just ran a fucking marathon, all because this woman and everything about her is driving me out of my skin. I fist my hands, hoping that’ll be enough to stop me from reaching for her. My palms sweatand itch with need. With every second, every heartbeat, the frustration, the want inside me builds and builds, and there’s nothing I can tell myself that’ll make me turn around and leave.

The freckled nymph before me might be having a similar problem. Her body is leaning toward me while desire and reticence battle for supremacy across her face.

I dip my head and whisper, “You really need to get into that bed,gattina. Right the fuck now.”

With her kiss-bruised lips slightly parted and her own breaths ragged, she takes a step closer to me instead. The head of my painfully hard cock presses against her stomach, just above her jewel-studded belly button. That slight contact is almost enough to bring me to my knees. Black spots appear in my peripheral vision as unbridled lust grips me by the balls.

“Go to hell, DeVille.”

Whatever thread of self-control held me together, snaps. Dissolves. Melts into oblivion. Whatever mental capacity I had, is gone. I swing her into my arms and toss her to the center of the bed. In the next breath, I’m bracing myself over her.

“So fucking soft,” I mumble as I drag my lips toward her navel, toward that damn piercing that’s been taunting me for so long. “How can anything be so damn soft?”

A shaky puff of air leaves her as I suck the little trinket between my lips. The tip of my tongue traces around and around it, while I glide my palms along her inner thighs, spreading her legs wider, inching closer to her heat.

A moan, loud and needy, explodes from her when I slide my thumb through her wet folds, seeking her clit. I start with a small amount of pressure, then increase it as I rub tight circlesaround that sensitive nub. I keep my rhythm steady, matching the motion of my tongue over her piercing.

Her breathing grows more uneven, her moans pick up and echo off the bedroom walls. I feel her trembling beneath my touch, edging ever closer to that precipice, and I’ve barely begun.

Pain shoots through the back of my head as Tara fists my hair, pulling me closer and pushing my mouth to where she wants it more. As if I need an implicit invitation.

This girl.Mygirl.

“Impatient little cat,” I growl, licking her belly button one more time.

But I’m more eager to bury my face in her pussy than to take my next breath.

Her scent… Sweet and seductive. My own personal brand of cocaine. I breathe her in, deeply, keeping that scent captive in my lungs as I push my tongue into her opening.Lord in Heaven. That initial taste of her is an overdose. But if I die now, I die a happy man.

Pushing her knees further apart, I attack her decadent honey, fucking her core with slow, methodical strokes of my tongue. Lapping her nectar to get every single drop. Kissing her lower lips, her silky folds. Sucking her clit just to hear her purr. Indulging in my wife like I’m a ravenous, famished man.

Tara’s panting fills the space around us, all while she vibrates like the strings of a priceless violin in my hands. And I’m enjoying every second of making her bow as I play, her mewls music to my ears. Before this night is through, I’ll touch, lick, and kiss every inch of her body. I’ll make her fall apart on my tongue, my fingers, my cock. I’ll drive the memory of othermen from her mind. I’ll ruin her for all others. The only one she’ll feel, she’ll crave, is me.

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