“As many times as you wish.”
I pulled myself over her, capturing her lips with what I’d intended to be a reassuring comfort.
But her soft mew of submission frayed my willpower and reduced me to little more than animalistic monster.
A single kiss, and I was undone.
Destroyed and invigorated. Enthralled and uncontrolled.
I dove for her neck, nipping at the delicate flesh. Clover cooed, wiggling deeper into the blankets.
Wasn’t every day I sunk my teeth into a perfect neck, so I savored the fluttered excitement of her heartbeat beneath my lips. Not hard enough to hurt—just an introduction, a prelude to the pleasure to come.
For a woman who’d never had sex, Clover certainly knew what she needed.
For too long those Honey Bs had eluded me. Now? They were mine. Clover arched for me. I plucked her nipple into my mouth and groaned, suckling hard enough to earn her whimper as my tongue coiled over her budded tip.
The woman practically orgasmed on the spot.
She wiggled. Panted. Drove her fingers into my hair as my beard tickled her soft skin.
I couldn’t help myself.
I bit.
And she shuddered with excitement.
Fuck me.
She demanded so much more than whatever cheap thrill she’d coaxed from the hot tub. A vixen this responsive deserved an experienced touch, a man who understood how an eager body was meant to be pleased, teased, and thrilled.
I captured her nipple between my teeth and tugged. It was a test. I needed to sense her limits, to see how much she could take.
Clover always surprised me.
She welcomed it all.
Or maybe she was that excited, that willing to feel anything beyond her own touch and the usual bitter disappointment.
My kisses lowered, deliberately tracing down, down, down over her navel. Her slim form twisted under the heat of my breath. And to think…that flatness would soon be mine. She offered it to me, willed me to take her, consume her, and then celebrate with her as my seed took root and her tummy began to swell.
It was a great fantasy, but I’d never survive this night—this tormented bliss. I’d die a happy man between her thighs, feasting on a sweetness I’d never dreamed that I might possess.
Clover edged onto her elbows, watching me with widening eyes.
Was it…concern?
“Just how inexperienced are you?” I stilled between her legs. “Don’t tell me no one’s done this for you before…”
The slow shake of her head broke my heart.
“I never asked it of anyone,” she whispered.
I’d never liked the few men she’d dated.
Now, I hated them.
What sort of man had no idea the prize within their own beds? How could any refuse to indulge himself in her most delicious of secrets?
“It’s not something you ask…” I grunted. “This is something a man does because he’s got no control over himself. Because he’ll fucking die in the next few heartbeats if he doesn’t bury himself in your slit and deliver you to Heaven with the stroke of his tongue. It’s a reaction to you, a necessity.”
My gaze drifted low, focusing on her dripping slit, eager to lap at her cream.
“This is how you should be treated,” I whispered. “Had I known you’ve never been taken properly, I would’ve done this myself years ago.”
I sunk low, spreading her legs to capture her slit for myself.
The woman was sweet. Heavenly and addicting. Soft and hot.
Innocent enough to make a man go mad with lust even while buried within her silken inferno.
I claimed her with a ferocity too demanding for how gently I had planned to take her. But my strength waned in the presence of a writhing goddess.
I consumed her like a starving, feral animal, eager to drown in her intoxicating heat. I gripped her hips and hauled her closer as I ravaged the softness between her legs like a rabid beast lunging for his prey.
“Oh…my…” Clover squirmed away from the sudden onslaught.
My growl kept her still, but I still gripped her tight and pinned her to the couch. Her surprised gasp dissolved into a heady groan.
Her body softened as she submitted completely to my tongue.
And my cock nearly burst through my jeans.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I’d promised her gentleness and attacked her like a crazed beast.
I’d offered her a night of pleasure, then selfishly drank her honey.
I’d convinced her to let me close, only to awaken my own desires within her perfection.
Her scent, her softness, her heat overwhelmed me. Her slickened petals quivered against my tongue as her body tensed with amazement. She stared at me, wild-eyed and shocked.
“What…dear God…what are you doing to me?” She shuddered as her fingers raced through my hair. “Adrian…”
She panted my name, and I resolved to hear it groaned again and again.
“This is how you should feel in a man’s arms.” My voice rasped—too rough for such a sweet declaration. And yet, the rumble of my words twisted her hips. “You should know what it’s like to be pleasured. To be taken. And this is what I’ll give you—a night of unconquered delights. I’ll make you mine, and you’ll understand how right it is to be possessed by me.”
The woman moaned, and the timid cry inspired me more than any encouragement she’d ever cheered within the rink.
I didn’t deserve someone so soft and warm.
Hockey was a brutal, unforgiving sport that rewarded a man through his quiet agonies. Bruises. Broken bones. Concussions. It’d become my life—my purpose. And I never regretted it, nor the loss of gentleness and compassion.
But then…Clover offered me everything.
A child.
Her body.
This pleasure.
She gave herself to me, and yet I stole so much more from her breathless moans.
For a fleeting, wonderful moment, I had something fragile and vulnerable in my arms. Something soft. Something quiet.
The world fell away as my sole obsession shifted to delivering Clover to the depths of her own desires.
Her body quaked, and her hips bumped her slit against my lips. She struggled against the onslaught of sensations. Writhing. Aching. Clutching at the couch and blankets beneath her.
“Better than the hot tub?” It was wrong to tease, but I loved how her cries turned shrill as I centered over her swollen nub and sucked.
“So much better…”
Her words broke with a wavering cry. She pushed herself onto her elbows, watching me. We locked eyes, and the intimacy of that moment—that shock of raw arousal—nearly undid us both.
Why hadn’t I tasted this sooner?
Why had I denied myself this pleasure?
How could I live without her sweetness once this was done?
She even tasted virginial. Pure. Her sweet cream drenched her thighs and my mouth with slickened honey. I dipped my tongue deeper into her, pushing through her tightness as deep as I could get.
Hot. Wet. Tiny.
Jesus Christ.
My every thought burned as my cock begged for a release.
Didn’t trust myself. Not so near this delicate part of her, and not with the primal thoughts searing my brain.
To conquer.
To claim.
To completely ravage this woman and steal that first time for my own selfish delights.
But I’d promised Clover a simple experiment for the night. Nothing more than her pleasure.