Page 92 of Ransomed to the World
He dove across the distance between them, sweeping her up in his arms, and she ended up pressed down on a small, round table, sending the bowl flying, the fruit crashing to the floor a second later before rolling away.
Annora looked up to see Logan leaning over her. His hungry eyes searched hers, the wildness in them making her squirm. Afraid he’d pull away, she very deliberately reached out and gripped the edges of the table. Like a predator, he latched onto her movements, then licked his lips.
He breathed deeply, a groan rumbling in his chest, the sound tingling against her nerve endings. His voice was a low rasp, tiny fangs peeking out between his lips as he spoke, “Don’t let go.”
Annora wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want her to touch him or because his beast was riding him hard. Then thoughts became unimportant when he kissed and nipped a path down her stomach…then lower. His teeth grabbed the strap of her panties and snapped it, dragging them down her legs, leaving her bare to his hungry gaze.
“So wet.” He brushed his fingers along her center, humming his approval at her readiness.
He didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath before he lowered his head and dipped between her legs. At the first lick, she couldn’t stop from arching into his seeking mouth. He growled like he couldn’t get enough of her, and she gasped his name as her orgasm took her by surprise.
He eased back and looked at her, his fingers replacing his tongue, keeping his strokes light. His eyes were heated when he gazed down at her. “Again.”
Annora shook her head, her body too sensitive, but he kept the strokes slow and light, building her back up faster than she thought possible and sending her over while he watched.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, leaning up to kiss her lightly on the lips.
When he straightened, Annora caught a glint of metal on his chest and glanced down. And she gasped, unable to peel her eyes away.
She’d forgotten about the piercings.
“Gorgeous,” she murmured, reaching out to touch, but pulled back before she could follow through with the movement.
“Your suggestion to reclaim my body helped.” Logan ran his hand over his pecs, then glanced at his shoulder. “I was thinking about getting a tattoo.”
He rocked on his feet, as if hesitant, and she smiled up at him. “I think that’d be sexy as fuck.”
He stilled and gazed down at her, his eyes brightening. “Really?”
“Really.” Annora sat up, keeping both hands locked on the edges of the table. She considered it a win when he didn’t back away. She leaned forward and licked his nipple, her tongue playing with the little dumbbell, gratified when his fingers sank into her hair and he pulled her closer.
His hips pressed between her legs, his erection nudging her in just the right spot, and she squirmed to get closer. He gripped her hair, his hold just short of painful as he tugged, but she was reluctant to release him, his guttural groan making her hungry for more.
He grabbed the backs of her thighs, pulling her legs up, and she was forced to release him as she went sprawling back on the table. He reached between them, ripping open the buttons on his pants, his erection springing up between them.
And she gawked when she saw the tip of his cock was pierced through as well. “Fuck!”
When he grabbed his erection and began to stroke it, her thoughts came to a screeching halt, and she watched in rapt fascination.
He grinned at her. “You’ll have to let me know if it’s something you’d like me to keep.”
“Huh?” She glanced up to see his amused smile, then she was distracted again when he gave another stroke, twisting his fist slightly at the end.
“Place your feet on the edge of the table and spread your legs for me.” It was a demand.
Annora bit her lip, uncertain for the first time, then did as he said, feeling very exposed under his gaze. He rubbed the edge of his cock against her, the piercing hitting her clit, and she sucked in a startled breath as pleasure stole her ability to do anything else but feel.
Without warning, he grabbed her hips in a brutal grip and slammed into her, seating himself to the hilt. Annora groaned at the twist of pleasure and pain. He remained still, allowing her time to adjust, his grip on her hip firm so she wouldn’t slide across the table’s smooth surface. Then he flexed his cock, hitting something inside her that made her arch against him.
Then he did it again and again, setting up a rhythm that made her body quake.
Only then did he really begin to move, dragging his cock slowly out of her, before plunging it back home. She didn’t think it could get any better, but fuck…she was wrong. He put up a punishing pace, leading her right to the peak, then shoving her over when the piercing hit her just right.
And dragged him right over the edge with her.
He collapsed against her, his chest heaving. As if he didn’t want them to be separated, he gathered her against his chest and fell back into a chair. She landed in his lap, her legs on either side of his hips, him still inside her. Annora sighed in contentment and snuggled against his chest.
He didn’t flinch away from her touch.
