Page 41 of Love Me Darkly
He spun her so she faced the wall, then took hold of her wrists and forced her hands against it. She wobbled on her heels, but Mateo steadied her with an arm around her waist.
“It’s more than that,” he whispered against her neck. “Yes, I want your pussy. I want you wrapped around me, wet and hot and clenching me tight. I want you on your back, on top of me, on your hands and knees. But I want other things too. I want your eyes and your mouth. I want your scent and your skin. I learned the taste of you and haven’t been able to sleep from craving more. The taste of your tongue, your nipples, your clit. I want it all, Melody. I want your secrets. I want you.”
Her breaths had grown heavy and harsh, her body quaking against his as he let his hands roam. He mapped her curves, cradling her breasts, smoothing his palms down her waist, gripping her hips.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled, nipping at her ear with his teeth. She gasped and arched, pressing her ass against his crotch. He groaned, bringing one hand up to her throat. He circled the delicate stem of her neck, thumb tracing over her racing pulse. “Now, Melody.”
She raised her arms so that her hands grasped the back of his neck. Holding him close, she undulated against him, teasing him.
“Don’t,” she whispered. “I’ll fall apart if you stop now.”
“Fuck,” Mateo muttered, surging against her and pressing her against the wall.
Her breath left her on a whimper as he went at her with every suppressed urge he’d been wrestling with since the first time he had laid eyes on her. He buried his face in her neck, gorging himself on her scent. He felt blindly with his hands, seeking out breasts, belly, bare skin. He rocked his hips, grinding against the swell of her ass. He forced a hand between them to cup between her legs. He hissed against her neck at the heat of her, searing his fingertips through a strip of silk. He urged his middle finger into her seam, applying pressure until she bucked in his hold, then sank into him with a sigh.
She dug her fingernails into his neck and writhed against him. He gritted his teeth against the sting, which melted into a pleasant heat that sank beneath his skin. It raced down his spine and ended at a lightning strike in his groin. He wanted to rip off his shirt and urge those hands to his chest, let her use her nails there. He wanted her to maul him like a lioness. But he couldn’t keep hold of his control with her touching him, heightening the insanity that had gripped him in its thrall once he had his hands on her.
Grasping her wrists, he pried her hands off him and pressed them to the wall. “Keep your hands here. Got it?”
Melody made a desperate sound in the back of her throat. “Yes.”
He fisted the hem of her dress and began dragging it up, putting a foot between hers to force her legs apart. She braced herself on the wall, peeking at him over her shoulder as he slipped his fingers through the sides of her panties. They were scarlet, just like her dress and shoes. He slipped them down, going to his knees and easing them off around her heels. Raising the scrap of silk, he buried his nose in it and dragged in the scent of Melody. Feminine. Sweet. Mouthwatering. He tossed the panties aside with a growl and ran his hands up the backs of her legs. Her skin was softer than he had imagined, smooth and pliant.
“You’re shaking,” he rasped. “So responsive every time I touch you, like … like you’ve never been touched before.”
“Never … no one … not like you.”
A foreign sound fell from his lips, like the sated rumbling of a jungle cat after a meal. His head spun from the rush her declaration sent through him. It was better than any shot of Scotch, a hit of any drug. He pushed the hem of the dress up to her waist, exposing the cheeks of her ass and the shadowy path to her core. He thrust his middle finger into her, closing his eyes on a groan as it sank into her molten pussy. She sucked in a sharp breath and her legs quivered as he withdrew the finger and inspected it in the meager light of the yellow bulb. It was glistening, soaked in her slick essence.
“You’re killing me,” he groaned. “You’re fucking killing me.”
“Me? You’ve been driving me crazy. Following me around … breathing down my neck … fucking me with your eyes.”
“In my mind, I’ve fucked you with more than my eyes. I’ve fucked you with my tongue and my fingers and my cock … over and over.”
The compulsion to draw his finger into his mouth was far too potent. He sucked and groaned, surging to his feet and taking hold of her ponytail to wrench her head back. She bent to his will, panting and whimpering as he dipped his head and thrust his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself. She pushed her tongue against his, desperately chasing his lips. He gave them to her, his hold on her hair tightening as he drank from her mouth.
He was sinking, falling deeper and deeper into the madness that being near her always caused. He was exhausted from fighting it, yet brimming with a need that spurred him on, desperation clawing at his gut from the inside. Some living thing—some beast—had been trapped inside him all this time, roaring and thrashing and fighting for freedom. Mateo was no longer strong enough to keep it caged. It was emerging, tearing off the layers of constricting flesh and baring its fangs. He was a knot of sensation, throbbing and pulsing and yearning. It had been so long. So long since he’d let anyone touch him. But he allowed it, wanted it, craved it with every fiber of his being. When she turned in his arms and reached for his belt buckle, he dropped his hands and let her. He endured the clink of metal and the hiss of leather. Holding his breath, he waited for the moment she would wrap him in her fingers and send him to his knees.
His jeans sagged around his hips, and she eased the waistband of his boxer briefs down, making his cock bob free. It was strained to its limit, thrusting right at her like an arrow. A bead of moisture welled in his slit.
She peered up at him, her flashing eyes delivering an unmistakable challenge. Her slender index finger slid up the length of his shaft and then circled the head.
“Your eyes have been making promises since the first time I saw you,” she whispered. “Don’t disappoint me.”
He slammed his palm into the wall to hold himself up when she gripped him, stroking from base to tip and smearing him in his own wetness. Before she could do it again, he wrapped his fingers around hers and squeezed, stilling her. His gut clenched and his knees buckled, a climax hovering so close he could taste it. It simmered in his balls, threatening to spill from him any second. A dozen urges slammed into him at once.
He wanted her to stroke him until he came. He wanted her on her knees, sucking him until he spilled down her throat. He wanted to jerk himself and mark her tits. But there wasn’t time to toy with her, or engage with any of the fantasies that haunted him as he lay alone in his bed night after night. He pried her hand off his cock and used it to pull her into him, then lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, lips and tongue teasing his ear.
He laid her over the first flat surface he found—a crate, and stood in the cradle of her hips. Looming over her, he braced his hands on the sides. Mateo leaned down until his forehead rested against hers.
“I am going to split you open and fuck every lie out of you,” he rasped, staring down into her eyes. Her gaze burned into his, unwavering and wide, desperate and fearful. “And when I’m done, there won’t be room left in you for anything but me.”
She moaned as if his words had fallen on her like a physical caress. Her fingernails rasped the crate as she gripped it tight, bracing herself before he drove in with a brutal thrust. The crate rocked beneath them, scraping the floor. His thighs battered hers, the impact sending a stinging prickle over his skin. She cried out, clenching her thighs around his hips as he filled her to the hilt. He fell over her with a ragged groan, gripping the sides of the crate to hold himself up. She clenched him in slick velvet, pulsing and gripping at his cock. He wrenched her trembling legs apart and surged impossibly deeper, seeking the furthest reaches of her body. The hands holding her open shook and he lost hold of every sensation other than that of her wrapped around him. She moved beneath him, arching her back and offering a pleading whimper.
“Mateo … please … please …”
He nearly lost it at the sound of her begging him and the sucking pulls of her pussy around him as she writhed and tried to tempt him into moving. Mateo rested a hand between her breasts, applying enough pressure to render her still. Her heart pounded against his palm at a wild gallop.
