Page 56 of Where Wild Hearts Dance
Swallows.
Whispers.
“Yes.”
I take another step toward her. I’m so close I could reach out and coast my fingers across her pussy. Her breaths are erratic.
We’ve been talking in code. I know what she really wants, and dear God, I want it too, like a man on death row wants redemption. I want to bury myself inside her, feel her insides fuckingeclipseme. I don’t care that she’s not a virgin. In fact, it’s better that she isn’t. I want her to feel everything, without any pain. I want to watch those green eyes roll back in her head and hear my name whimpered from the lips that have spouted so much fucking hate.
“How about if I made you cry my name? At the top of your fucking lungs?”
Her limbs tremble and her fingers curl into her palms.
I take one final step toward her and gently lift her other leg so her foot is resting alongside the other on the hood of the car. The feel of her soft skin isaddicting.
“How would you feel about me then? Would you still hate me?”
Her breaths stutter and I hear her swallow several times before she replies. “I’d hate you even more.”
I gently press my weight on her knees and coax her knees apart. She resists but I’m strong. I keep pushing until her hips are flattened and her bare, shaved pussy is open for me and I can count every single one of her swollen folds. I’m staring at the doors to fucking Heaven. I lick my lips and swallow.
“I’m going to make you hate me with every inch of your soul.”
Her eyelids pop and she sucks in a panicked breath, then I lower my face between her legs. Hovering over her pussy I inhale deeply. Motherfuck. Her scent penetrates every fucking pore. Ineedto taste her.
I inch my tongue forward, torturously slow. This may be the only time she allows me this close. I need to savor it, commit it to memory, embed it in my flesh.
The tip of my tongue makes contact with the edge of her pussy. She almost jumps off the hood, pushing me backward. We stare at each other and my mouthfloodswith saliva. I am gone. Frozen. She’s the sweetest thing to ever touch my taste buds.
Her hands curl around my neck, pulling me forward.
Then, like a rabid dog who’s just been given flesh to sink its teeth into, I bury my face between her thighs. I push my tongue between her folds and lick the length of her, feeling the bud of her clit swell instantly. Wrapping my lips around it, I pull it into my mouth, suckling on her sweetness. She gasps and it turns me on so much my head spins. With undiluted focus, I alternate betweensoftly sucking her clit and licking through her folds, tasting every damn inch of her.
As the haze of insanity thins, I settle in, resting my elbows on the hood. My tongue and mouth find a torturous rhythm, andmy God, she tastes so fucking sweet I might die.
Contessamoans, making my dick swell even thicker. Her head flips to the side and she sobs my actual name.
I swirl my tongue around her clit, then lap at it gently like it’s a rare delicacy. Letting my lids drift closed, I let the scent of her arousal draw my mouth to her opening. I wet my thumb in her juices and massage her clit while I stare greedily at her cunt.
Her fingers wind through my hair and the words, “I fucking hate you so much,” are purred from her lips.
“I fucking hate you too,” I groan. Then I press a hand to her stomach and tease my tongue around her opening, tasting the new territory.
The desperation it invokes in my chest shocks me and I remember why we’re here. She hates me, despite knowing the truth about the Falconi’s. She taunts me like this is a game. This isn’t a fucking game. This is war, and she started it.
She releases a battle cry and I know I’m winning. Her thighs shake against my shoulders and I press my hand more firmly onto her stomach, preventing her hips from pushing up toward my mouth.
Oh no, Contessa. If you hate me, you’re my enemy. And this is what I do to my enemies. I annihilate them.
I tease her entrance with my tongue, feeling everysob and whimper in my pants. If this is killing her, it’s sure as hell finishing me off too. Bit by bit, I push my tongue inside, letting her sweetness wrap around my taste buds. Then I fuck her, slowly, curling the tip of my tongue with each thrust, in the exact spot I know willendher.
“OhGod…” she weeps.
Her fingers release my hair, making me glance upwards. After dwelling in the darkness of her core, the sunlight almost blinds me, but then what I see challenges every urge I have to unzip my pants and push myself right in, up to her damned cervix. She’s holding her breasts and pumping them softly. They look heavy and swollen, the nipples peaked painfully.
Shit.
I withdraw my tongue, making her head jerk upward, then I lean over her body, ignoring the frenzied look in her eyes, and hold her hands above her head. Then I lower my mouth to her right nipple, sucking the sharp diamond into my mouth. She breathes out a languid sigh, chased by a delirious moan. It takes no time at all for me to get lost in the sound of her helplessness, but I’m half-aware that her hips are moving, rubbing her clit against the bulge in my pants.
