Page 60 of His Wild Storm
“I’m not backing out,” my words are a promise layered with meaning.
When he slams his mouth down on mine, our kiss is on the verge of being feral. It feels like his control is unraveling under my fingertips. I welcome it. I want it.
After running my hands down his back, I push his pajama pants and boxers down over his hips before I claw at the fabric of his shirt. He reaches back and lifts up off me enough to tug his shirt off, the fabric flying and landing somewhere, neither of us caring where.
When he covers my body with his and our skin touches, a fire starts to blaze in my lower belly. I love the feel of him against me with nothing between us. The roughness of the smatteringof hair across his chest has me rubbing against him like a cat in heat.
“You need me, little storm?” His voice is rough and the only response I can muster up is a low, lust-fueled moan. His moss green eyes lock with mine and I can see how hard holding on and waiting for me has been on him. But he did it without complaint.
If this man hadn’t already stolen my heart, that realization would do it.
He pushes the rest of his clothing off, his feet kicking them away before he reaches between us and rips the cotton material of my panties away. I hold my breath, waiting a beat to see if having nothing between us will send me into an emotional tailspin. It doesn’t; it only makes me more desperate for him.
The humming sound that comes from his chest is filled with approval and I can’t help but be proud of myself. “Such a good girl for me, my storm,” he coos the words, his praise washing over me and making me feel bold.
My legs tighten around his hips, and I tilt my pussy until his length is nestled against my soaking wet slit. He groans at the contact, and it makes me even more emboldened. I grind against him and gasp when the underside of his cock glides over my clit just right.
“Fuck,” he grunts, “I bet you could come just by rubbing up against my cock, couldn’t you, Haven?”
There’s a challenge in his words, unspoken and undeniable. My hips move involuntarily, chasing the feeling, chasing my pleasure.
When his mouth connects with mine again, his tongue plunges inside and explores thoroughly, like he’s discoveringnew lands. It’s sexy as fuck and makes me feel like the only woman in the world worthy of his attention. How does he do that?
He trails kisses along my jaw and then down my neck. I jolt when he nips at my collarbone as a moan falls from my lips. I can feel the way his lips curve into a smile against my skin. Every touch feels like he’s testing my responses and learning them to ensure he’s able to drive me wild with his touch.
When he gets to my breasts, he uses the tip of his tongue to tease around my nipple. The action has goosebumps popping up all over my body as I shiver underneath him, my hips rolling against his shaft. Then he’s not teasing me anymore as he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Knox,” I cry out, need dripping from his name in such a way that he must be able to feel it.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against me. His lips trail over my skin and between my tits until his breath fans my other nipple. “I’m going to have you begging for more and addicted to the pleasure I can give you,” he promises, his words just as reverent as they are serious.
I believe him.
I’m already halfway there and he’s not even inside me yet.
He growls before sucking my nipple into his mouth, his teeth scraping along the skin and making my eyes roll back in my head. I’ve never been one to chase a touch of pain, not when my life already had plenty to contend with, but there’s no fear when it comes to how Knox touches me.
“Yes,” I gasp, “more.”
He grunts before he bites down again, this time a little harder. He’s testing my limits, seeing what I can take, and if I like it. But it’s never too much, never too far.
It’s just fucking right.
How does he do that?
“That’s it,” he encourages me, “give yourself to me.”
His words have me relaxing into the mattress, everything holding me back evaporating like mist on the water. He growls around my nipple before biting down again and releasing me with a pop.
“You have no idea how much I want to bury my face in your pussy to taste you. I want to have your thighs shaking against the sides of my head, but I don’t think I can wait a moment longer to be buried inside of you.”
My back arches, my body wanting to be closer to him, as my hips move against his. He’s so close to being inside of me. It would be so easy; so fucking easy.
“Fuck,” I keen, “need you inside of me. I ache.”
My words are needy as hell, but I don’t care. I can’t care. Not when we’re so close to experiencing everything that has been sizzling between us for weeks.
“I’m going to fuck you so good you won’t be able to keep your eyes open,” he promises. My limbs wrap around him as I cling to him, needing to be closer than I already am. His face turns serious, his moss green eyes boring into mine. “First, I need you to hear me when I tell you I’m clean. I’ll put a condom on because I want you to be comfortable and know I’ll always keep you safe.”
