Page 69 of Seeking Vengeance
Her hands roamed restlessly through his hair, across his shoulders, up and down his arms, as the rest of her body pressed against him, envious of the attention.
He licked her collarbone, and she shivered.
What was it about this woman that tested his control so desperately? He realized he couldn’t care less as his hands found the neckline of her shirt. In one swift tug, he tore it in two, baring her to him.
Sean growled against her chest, a deep animal sound that made her whimper and thrust her breasts out in demand. “You are never to go braless around another man again,” he rasped, taking one stiff peak into his mouth.
Nicki arched clear off the bed. Her response pleased him.
“You … don’t … own … me,” she breathed.
He stopped, pulling away with her nipple still between his teeth. “Yes,” he said, his voice deep and low, “I do. Just as you own me.”
“So,” she gasped, gripping his head and pressing him back to her, “you’ll stop wearing those muscle shirts around the garage?”
He chuckled against her breast. “Only for you, baby.”
Her nails raked against his scalp, over his shoulders, and down his back, leaving trails of fire until he thought he would melt from the heat of it. He placed his hands reverently on her belly, gently kissing her scar. He already knew from Taser that Nicki was not pregnant, and seeing the remains of the damage that had been inflicted, he was glad for it now. His children would grow there someday, but he could wait. He wasn’t quite ready to share her yet anyway.
Sliding between her thighs, he hovered just enough to relieve her of her shorts. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
He removed his shirt, needing the direct contact with her silky warmth. Slowly, tenderly, he kissed the crease where her legs joined with her body. First one side and then the other until he paused above her sex.
“I have dreamed of tasting you again,” he told her. “The hunger gnaws at me until I can barely stand it.” He dipped his head and gave her one long, slow lick between her folds.
Nicki moaned and fisted her hands in his hair. Another slow lick, and her heels pressed into his upper back, coaxing him deeper. Sean was only too happy to oblige. He wrapped his arms beneath her legs and held her in place at the hips, burying his face in her sex from nose to chin.
She couldn’t move, pinned by his superior strength. He nibbled her sensitive spots, penetrated her with his tongue, and licked her flesh until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I need to taste you, Sean,” she gasped. “Please, please, let me taste you too …”
Sean quickly removed the rest of his clothes. Then, in one smooth move, he lifted her up and twisted her so that his back lay on the bed and she was on top of him. Another deft maneuver, and she straddled his face, her mouth poised above a very thick, engorged erection.
There would be no subtle seduction, not this time. He was okay with that. They had a lifetime for that. He needed her here, now.
She drew him into her mouth, sucking hard and fast, putting her hands to immediate use. She stroked the base in rhythm with her lips and tongue, fondling his balls and tugging gently.
Sean sensed her rapidly rising climax, doubling his efforts. Licking, sucking, and nipping until she could hold out no more. She shattered with a heart-wrenching cry of his name.
Sean pinned her to him, extending her orgasm as long as possible while trying to contain his own. When he was satisfied that he had wrung as much pleasure from her as he could, he released his iron grip and lifted her. She fought him like a little tigress, unwilling to relinquish him.
As much as he loved her sweet mouth, he needed something else. “Baby, please,” he pleaded. “I need to be inside you.”
She growled, and had he not been so consumed with desire, he might have laughed at the absolute rightness of it. She gave him one last long, lingering pull that nearly did him in before rotating on his chest.
“Ride me, woman,” he commanded, lifting her above his straining erection.
She obeyed instantly and without hesitation. She placed her hands on his chest and impaled herself upon him so forcefully that he sucked air between his teeth and cursed. For a moment, she remained still, letting her body adjust to his generous girth and length.
Then, she looked down at him and smiled wickedly. “Mine,” she told him, lifting slowly, contracting her inner muscles as she did so, erotically milking his cock until only the tip remained inside her.
His eyes widened; his hands gripped her hips as her nails curled into him. Then, she slammed down again, another perfectly executed impalement, using the speed and force to rob him of his breath.
“Jesus, baby, that is so fucking good,” he moaned as her slow, squeezing ascent had him drawing blood from his bottom lip.
“Don’t fight me, baby,” she crooned, her voice low and feral. “Give me what I want.”
Another swift penetration, so deep that he felt the entrance to her cervix.
