Page 144 of Master of Storms
“I’m going to murder you with my bare hands.”
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, hauling her shirt up until she was bare before him. His fingers found her, wet and soaking. “Don’t like the way I make war? I can always be softer. Gentler. I can make love to you. Like this….” Marduk traced lazy fingertips around her clit, watching as she stiffened. “This could be my tongue.”
And then he was sliding one finger inside her.
Another.
Stretching her with soft thrusts.
Watching her twist beneath him as he curled both fingers and found that wicked spot deep within her.
“Goddess,” she breathed, her eyes going distant and her thighs falling apart as if she couldn’t help herself. “Damn you.Damn you!”
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chided. “Tell me how much you love this. Tell me how much you need me.”
“I need you to— Oh,fuck.”
Perfect. Just perfect. He withdrew his fingers and slapped her again, his hand firming around her pussy.
This time, it tore a scream from her lips.
“You want me so badly you’re burning with it.”
“Gods, I’m going to kill you,” she hissed, as she writhed against his hand.
“Mmm.” He burrowed his face against her throat and kissed his way lower. “No, you’re not. You’re going to take everything I can give you and more. You like this. Melt for me, my love.”
Another ringing slap.
She arched and cried out, and then he was soothing her once more, sliding his fingers through the wet crevice between her thighs. Feeling the heat in her tender flesh.
“I will make you beg for mercy,” she promised. “I will make you suffer—”
“All these dirty words you whisper.” He found her breast through the shirt, his tongue circling her nipple. A breath tore from her. “Pleasure? Or pain? You decide.”
Those perfect white teeth sunk into her lower lip.
So stubborn.
He tongued her through the linen, until it was wet with his saliva. Little cat-laps that made her curse and writhe. Tapping against her weeping pussy. Grinding the heel of his palm there, until every inch of her was desperate.
“Open for me,” he commanded.
It must have been a shock to her too, for her thighs fell wide open.
“Mmm.” He captured her ass in his hands and bent down, breathing her in. The thatch of dark hair atop her mons was ticklish. “You’re so damned pretty.”
“I amnot—”
The rest of her words were lost as he opened his mouth and delved his tongue into the slick lips between her thighs.
The taste of her was intoxicating. He could taste himself there too.
And the sounds she made….
“Pretty,” she gasped. “Is so… insipid.”
“Pretty,” he insisted. “You even taste as sweet as a raspberry.”
