Page 93 of The Marriage Deal
“I told you I don’t share, Lilah. You agreed to be mine.”
“I wasn’t serious.” I tense when a finger pushes between my slit.
He hisses between his teeth. There’s dark pleasure in the sound. “You’re wet.”
“Briggs,” I moan. I’m flushed everywhere. I’m not sure if it’s arousal or embarrassment. I think it might be both.
He slips a finger inside and I bite my lip to muffle a cry as he strokes me long and slow. “Sweet fuck, Lilah.”
He adds a second finger, stroking my walls until I feel tight and wound. His steps sound like thunder on the ground as the blood rushes to my head where I hang over his shoulder as he quite literally works me over.
Every step he takes, my body jostles on the digits he’s fucking me with. My walls contract around him, and I swear to heaven I’m going to come undone right here over his shoulder. I’m so close.
So…oh… “Shit!” I scream as he pulls his hand free.
I hear the rattle of a doorknob and Briggs walks me inside. I’m slung over his shoulder and then I’m flat on my back on his desk, legs hanging over the side.
I’m about to push myself up—to give him the what-for for getting me close to the edge only to stop—when I feel big hands shove up my dress. His fingers hook the band of my panties, and he pulls them down my legs in one quick, swift movement. Then I feel one hand on my belly, pinning me back to the desk as the other shoves my thighs open.
Then I feel hot wet cover my core. Sharp beard bites into my inner thighs. A shriek of pleasure and shock sounds from the deepest, darkest depths of me. Magma spills in my veins as Briggs groans. The sound vibrates through the whole of me. He sucks my clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the button before he releases me with a pop.
He growls low, “I’ve been dying to taste you.”
I don’t get a chance to form words before he robs me of them with his mouth back on my center. He sucks and rolls and fucks me with his tongue before he drags the tip of his tongue back up to my clit. He plays with me there, flicking and nipping and soothing the nips with hard, hot sucks that have stars winking behind my vision. He pulls me to the edge before yanking me away only to drag me, unwilling, back to the brink.
My mind spins. My heart riots. There’s a dip and flutter in my belly. An empty ache in my core.
“Please,” I beg, my hand drifting down to sink in his hair. “Please…”
He rumbles a dark laugh against me, and then he sinks his hands into my inner thighs, spreading me impossibly wide for him.
I’ve never been like this for a man. I’ve never had a manwantme like this.
I don’t know?—
Do I like this? I feel vulnerable and…
He drops his mouth back down, covering me with a blazing hot tongue before he sinks it deep inside me, flicking up and stroking long. All thoughts of vulnerability vanish in the promise of intense pleasure.
I’m so close, my thighs quiver and my core pulses. I cry out and he pulls away.
My cry turns into a murderous shout. I’m going to kill him.
“Why?”
He chuckles, deep and dark and deadly. My eyes snap open to the sound of his buckle in time to watch as he pulls his length free. His jeans still hug his hips and he’s still wearing his shirt. I must have flicked off his hat on the walk over here, because his hair is a wild mess from my fingers. He’s sinfully sexy.
My eyes drop to his cock. It’s hard and long and thick. Veins line the length and there’s a wet drop of precum on the angry red tip.
My eyes lift to find his are already locked on me. “When you come, you come with me inside you.”
That’s all he says before his hands are at my hips and he’s slamming home inside me.
He fucks me like a monster let loose from his cage. A man deprived of the only thing that feeds him.
He fucks me like a man possessed, and I scream when I finally shatter around him. Another piece lost forever to the devastation of us.
I guess this is what happens when you tempt the beast.
