Page 14 of Ransomed to the World
Her breasts were cushioned against his chest, and he thought he’d explode in his pants. He ran his fingers across her bra strap with a growl, unwilling to have even that tiny scrap of material separating them.
His mate.
When he felt her teeth bite into his shoulder, his knees fucking quivered and his brain shut down. He scooped her up in his arms, shuddering when her legs clamped around his hips. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“Take your bra off, or I’ll shred it.” It was a warning and a promise.
When she trembled this time, he didn’t mistake it for anything but lust.
He could smell her arousal, and it was all he could do not to strip her and take her then and there the way his beast urged.
When she moved, he tensed, prepared to give chase if she thought to leave…and nearly swallowed his tongue when she reached behind her and peeled off her bra, baring herself to him. His breath stalled as he gazed down at her breasts, his mouth watering, eager for the taste of her.
She peeked up at him from under her lashes, then reached up and cupped her breasts. Pre-cum tipped the crown of his cock, and he tightened his hands around her waist and lifted her until he could take the tip of her breast in his mouth.
Her fingers threaded into his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp, and he growled. He lowered them both to the ground, then cupped her other breast, playing with her nipple, loving the way she arched under him.
But he needed more, the scent of her desire driving him crazy.
He leaned back, panting, watching her beneath him. He ran his hands down from her breasts to her waist, stopping at the waistband of her pants, then looked up at her in question. He’d never allowed himself to taste a woman intimately, the craving to do so now an urge he couldn’t resist.
In answer, she lifted her hips.
It was all he could do not to shred her pants, he was that desperate to get at her. He didn’t even bother to strip them all the way off before he bent his head and tasted…heaven. He groaned, and she arched into him. He cupped her ass, feasting on her, unable to get enough.
His beast rose under his skin, clamoring for every last drop. He lapped at her, his dexterous tongue making her thighs quiver, the taste of her like an addiction, and he needed more.
The need to make her scream his sole focus.
All thoughts of toxins were forgotten, his beast unafraid that they would hurt her.
It was impossible.
She was made for them.
Needing more from her, needing everything, he reached down, determined to feel her orgasm around his fingers. He eased into her gently, but she was having none of it, grabbing his hair and guiding him to get what she wanted. Before long, she was riding his fingers, and he felt her orgasm ripple through her, his name a husky groan on her lips.
It was all he could do not to come in his pants.
His chest puffed up.
Hehad brought her pleasure.
He lifted his head, balancing on one arm as he watched her float down from her high, using his fingers to prolong her pleasure. He watched her closely, but saw nothing but satisfaction, no sign of any aftereffects from his touch.
Finally, she opened her dazed eyes and gave him a lazy smile. Fierce satisfaction filled his soul, and he licked his lips, already missing the taste of her. She lifted her hand and placed it on his chest, then trailed it down his torso, her palm coming to rest on his fly.
He quickly caught her hands, then lifted them to his mouth and kissed her palms. “We should head back before the rest of the guys come to investigate.”
Annora frowned up at him, her lips pouty from his kisses, and he thought his cock would burst.
“If I was going to be affected by the toxins in your touch, your mouth on my most delicate parts would’ve done the trick.” She gave him a crooked smile.
Then he nearly swallowed his tongue when she cupped him through his jeans and stroked his cock. He inhaled sharply, unable to stop from thrusting into her grip.
Taking advantage of his distraction, she slid her dainty fingers through the gap in his pants and cupped his cock, gripping him hard.
His breath stalled in his chest, and he couldn’t move, poised on the brink of cracking, dying to see what she would do next. When she gazed up into his eyes and stroked him, he had no will to fight her or himself. He bucked in her grip, and she quickly caught the rhythm.
