Page 67 of A Star is Scorned
She reached his headboard and leaned back, her dark, messy curls making a halo around her head on his pillows. If he had been a less experienced lover, he would’ve spent right then and there. She wanted to be ravished, but God, she was the one stealing his breath and his heart in one fell swoop.
“You are my pirate queen,” he growled before launching himself onto his hands and knees above her. He bent his head down and plundered her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers and nipping at her bottom lip.
She met him hungrily, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down toward her. He dotted her jawline with kisses before sucking at a spot on her neck that made her inhale sharply. He swirled his tongue over the spot, and she arched her body in response, her lower back coming up off the mattress. He nipped at her ear and she huffed out, “More.”
“So impatient,” he chided. He loved teasing her. Loved watching the physical effect of his touch and his words playing across her body. He nipped again at her neck but sucked more lightly this time. “I don’t want to make too much of a mess for the makeup department.”
She smiled brightly, a look of near-deranged delight. “It would shock them, wouldn’t it? I think we should see how many marks you can make.”
He laughed and nudged at her nose with his own. “You are far naughtier than I could ever have imagined.”
She turned her head and met his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat at the look of pure adoration there. “I like the idea of being marked by you. Of there being some proof that you claimed me.”
His cock twitched at her words, and he silently urged it tobehave itself. It wasn’t time yet. Hell, it might not be on the menu for the evening at all. Not unless she wanted it.
He leaned back and rested his head in his hand, letting his eyes roam up and down the terrain of her body. It was as if she was his personal treasure map, the valleys and mounds an island that only he could chart. He watched her suck in her breath and felt her pulse quicken as he dragged his fingers across her collarbone and the hollow between her breasts.
He held her gaze as he dipped lower until he cupped the mound of her sex. Her eyes widened, blown out by desire, and then he teased her, slowly dragging his finger up the length of her seam before pressing down on her clit. She gasped.
He kissed the tip of her nose. “X marks the spot?”
She giggled. “I think we’ve officially taken the metaphor too far.”
He answered her by plunging a finger into her and making a circle on her clit with his thumb.
“Flynn,” she gasped as he curved his finger up and worked it in and out of her, fucking her with his hand. Her eyes fluttered in pleasure, and he watched her carefully as he brought her to the brink.
“Is it too much?” he teased.
She shook her head furiously. “More.”
He slid a second finger into her and she moaned at the added pressure, arching her back off the bed so that both fingers slid deeper inside her.
“Holy mother of God,” she proclaimed as he hit a spot inside of her that drove her wild. He quickened his pace and put his mouth to hers, kissing her with a bruising passion as he drove his fingers harder and harder into her. He grinned against her mouth as he felt her tighten around his hand and then release, herpleasure leaving her dripping wet.
He slowly pulled his fingers from her sex, then locked eyes with her as he put them in his mouth, one at a time, licking the taste of her off of him while she watched. It tasted salty and clean, a mix of her fresh soapy scent with the brine of the sea.
He would die for another taste of it.
***
Livvy hadn’t known it could be like that. That a man could make her feel that way with only his hand. Her fumbled kisses with high school boys had hardly prepared her for the tsunami of pleasure Flynn had sent crashing into her. Watching him lick her release from his fingers, she clenched her legs together and was shocked to discover that she already wanted him again. And this time, she wanted more than his fingers.
He pressed a kiss to her lips and started moving his way down her chest, taking one of her nipples between his teeth and flicking at it with his tongue. She moaned, breathless, and said, “Flynn, please.”
He stopped, and she regretted saying anything.
“Too much?” he asked.
A warm feeling pooled in her belly at his kindness, his consideration. “No, no, it’s just—” Her eyes involuntarily darted toward his dick, which was jutting fiercely up toward his belly.
He followed her gaze and chuckled. But then he grew serious. “Livvy, god knows I want to.. But have you—” He bit his lip, and she could tell it had been ages since he’d been with someone he had to ask.
“No.” She shook her head. “Never. But Flynn, I want you. So much.”
His brow furrowed and it took everything in her not to leanforward and kiss him right there. “If you’re sure?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
