Page 36 of Crossing Between
I couldn't stop the moan that slipped through as his tongue slipped out to lick my lower lip, pulling it between his teeth. I could feel the brush of his fangs against the sensitive inner skin and I wanted more.
Why had I done this again?
It didn't seem to matter at this point. My world had narrowed down to this man and his touch.
My hands yanked at his shirt with hungry desperation as we broke apart just long enough for me to fling the fabric over my shoulder. I devoured the sight of him, that alabaster skin stretched over taut muscle, so unlike my own complexion. His nipples were a dusky pink against all that paleness.
I couldn't help myself. I leaned in, my mouthtrailing hot, open kisses down the column of his throat, pausing to nip at his collarbone with just enough pressure to make him growl. The sound vibrated against my lips as I moved lower still, capturing his left nipple between my teeth. My tongue flicked across the hardened peak, circling it before sucking gently. Varon let out a sharp hiss that told me everything I needed to know about how much he liked it. Despite the lethal sharpness of his nails, he controlled his strength perfectly, digging them into my hips firmly enough to bruise but never break my skin.
"Zoey." My name in his mouth was rough, sending electric pulses racing up my spine and pooling between my thighs. "If you keep this up, I am going to flip you on this couch and fuck you like a fucking animal."
My inner muscles clenched at the raw promise in his voice, a rush of heat soaked through my panties. The rational part of my brain had completely checked out, replaced by something primal and demanding. Every nerve ending in my body screamed yes as I rocked my hips against his hardness, silently begging for exactly what he'd threatened.
I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face at his words. "Is that a promise?"
Varon's eyes darkened as he gripped my hips tightly, pulling me against him. "You're playing with fire, little one."
I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear. "Maybe I want to get burned."
With a growl, Varon flipped us over, his body pressing me into the couch. His hands roamed over my body, pulling at my clothes until I was left in nothing but my underwear. He took a moment to look at me, his eyes roaming over every inch of me.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his thumb brushed against my cheek.
I felt my cheeks flush hot at his words, the intensity in his eyes making me tremble. His lips captured mine again before Icould respond, more urgent now, his tongue sweeping past my lips, which made my head swim. A helpless sound escaped me as my fingers dug into the firm muscles of his shoulders, anchoring myself while he rocked against me with deliberate pressure.
"I can't...I need..." I panted between kisses, tugging frantically at the remaining barriers between us. Every nerve ending sparked as I arched up, seeking more contact. The friction was exquisite torture, not nearly enough yet too much all at once.
Varon groaned low in his throat, the sound primal as his hands slid down to cup my backside, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pulled me impossibly closer. The strength in his grip sent shivers racing up my spine.
His mouth trailed a path of liquid fire down my neck, each nip and suck leaving behind marks I'd see tomorrow. I didn't care. When his teeth scraped against my collarbone, not quite breaking skin, the sensation shot through me like lightning, making my toes curl and my back arch.
"Oh god," I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Please!"
His hands moved with predatory intent, slipping beneath the delicate fabric of my underwear. The first touch of his cool fingers against my heated flesh made me jerk and whimper. He stroked with maddening precision, finding exactly where I needed him most. My hips rocked shamelessly against his hand, chasing the pleasure that coiled tighter with each circle of his thumb.
"Please," I begged, my voice breaking, barely recognizable to my ears. My eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. "I need you. Now."
Varon's eyes locked with mine, dark with hunger but also something deeper that made my chest ache. "I need you too, Zoey," he whispered, the raw honesty in his voice making something in mefracture.
With that, he hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them off, tossing them aside. He settled between my legs, his cock pressing against my pussy. I could feel him, hot and hard, and I wanted nothing more than for him to be inside me.
Varon leaned down, his lips brushing against mine as he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the sensation, my body stretching to accommodate him. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.
Once he was fully inside me, he paused, his forehead resting against mine. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
I nodded, my hands gripping his shoulders. "I'm more than okay."
With that, Varon began to move, his hips meeting mine in a rhythm that started deliberate and measured. Each motion sent waves of sensation radiating through me. I gasped his name, my fingers finding the smooth skin of his back, feeling the muscles there flex and release with each movement.
"You feel incredible," he breathed against my ear, his voice barely recognizable, husky and desperate. My body responded instinctively, rising to meet him, finding our shared cadence like we'd danced this dance a thousand times before.
I lost myself in the building pressure, the delicious friction where we connected. The intensity in Varon's eyes as he watched my expressions change with each thrust made me feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful. He adjusted slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly stars burst behind my eyelids.
"There," I managed, the word more plea than statement. "Right there. Please, Varon, please!"
My thighs began to tremble, my internal muscles clenching around him. Varon must have sensed the change, the mounting tension in my body, because his pace quickened, eachmovement more determined than the last. His breathing grew ragged, matching mine as we came together.
"Let go for me, Zoey," he commanded, his voice strained with his own restraint. "I want to feel you."
