“I don’t give, female. I take.” He lowered his mouth to her throat, bared his teeth, and bit down.
Pain ripped through her flesh. She cried out, but as quickly as the pain hit, it was replaced by his tongue racing over the spot, followed by a roaring pleasure searing her nerve endings.
She writhed against his hard body while he suckled at her throat, as he tightened his hold on her hair, as he lifted his lips, moved his mouth a fraction of an inch, then bit down all over again.
The sensations he was building in her were new. Erotic. So intense they seemed to penetrate her veins and sink deep into muscle and bone. Trapped between him and the door, her body quivered, her thighs trembled, and her sex grew so wet and achy, she knew as soon as he touched her there, she’d completely implode.
He lifted his head again, shifted to the other side of her throat, then bit down all over.
Pain… Pleasure… So much fucking heat...
She had no idea what he was doing to her, but she loved it. Was crazy for more.
“Oh yes…” She gripped his biceps at both arms, trying to hold herself upright, unable to do anything but let him have whatever he wanted. Wriggling her hips against his thighs, she searched for friction, for the pressure she desperately needed right between her legs. “Please…”
“Please, what?” He yanked harder on her hair, pulling her head back farther, until the top of her scalp grazed the door.
The movement forced her back to arch and her breasts to press tighter to his muscular chest. She grunted. His mouth moved higher, to the tender flesh behind her ear as he kicked her legs apart, then moved in tight at her front, the hard ridge of his arousal pushing against her belly. And as he breathed hot over her neck, shivers raced straight down her spine.
“Please, what, mono mia?”
Oh, when he called her that… “More. I need more.”
He growled. Then his teeth sank into her flesh.
She cried out as pain streaked down her throat, then moaned in absolute pleasure as he licked the spot and suckled, the frantic motion of his tongue and lips and mouth sending shards of electricity straight into her core.
He was making her high. Each time his teeth pierced her skin, she felt as if he was injecting something hot and wicked into her system. When his tongue passed over the spot, it sizzled inside her. And when he growled, when he tightened his hold on her hair and pulled her body hard against his, whatever that was sparked, flared, then flashed like wildfire inside, igniting everything until she was sure it would consume her.
“Touch me.” Her fingernails dug into the muscles of his arms. She rocked her hips up, searching for his cock, aching to feel it against her. For any part of it she could reach. “My whole body’s on fire.”
“I want you hotter.” He jerked his hand from her hair, let go of her hip, and lifted his mouth from her throat.
Her head grew light. She tried to right herself. Swayed. Tried to focus. Couldn’t. His mouth closed over hers again in a blinding kiss, making her groan and lean into him. Then his fingers curled in the fabric at her shoulders and yanked.
Fabric tore. Cool air pebbled her nipples. He licked into her mouth as if he were starved, as if he couldn’t get enough, as if she were his sustenance.
She moaned and rocked her hips against his, growing hotter, growing wetter, needing more. Knew she should take control but couldn’t seem to get her limbs to catch up to her mind. Then his hands were on her breasts, squeezing, kneading, driving her mad. His fingers pinching and twisting the barbells through her tender nipples until she gasped with that familiar burst of pleasure and pain that told her she was about to come—hard.
“Oooh…” She lifted her hand to his nape, threaded her fingers into his soft hair, kissed him back just as franticly as he was kissing her. Electricity arced from her nipples to her sex, making her grunt. Making her groan. Making her so fucking insane. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Needed everything.
“Dios…” Her other hand dropped to his hip, shifted between them, searching for the button on his pants.
“You don’t say when, female.” He jerked back from her mouth, gripped her at her hips, and whipped her around to face the door. “I say when.”
She gasped. Her hands slapped against the hard wood. She sucked in a breath and shuffled her feet so she wouldn’t fall. Before she could orient herself, his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt and yanked hard.
Fabric tore again. Cool air washed over her bare ass, prickling her skin. He wrenched the ruined skirt from her body and tossed it behind him.
Knowing he was seeing all of her now didn’t embarrass her. It aroused her. Made that electricity inside arc even higher. Made her sex gush in anticipation of what he would do next.
His warm breath slid down her spine. She closed her eyes. Trembled as he kicked her legs wider and moved in at her back. Blood pounded in her ears as his body grazed hers—close, but not anywhere near close enough.
Commanding fingertips brushed her shoulder, pushing her hair to one side, exposing her throat. Then his lips skimmed the sensitive skin near her ear again, and she shivered and leaned her head back, aching for his mouth, for his teeth, for his wicked tongue that made her forget everything but him.
“Don’t ever wear something that short and slutty in front of the silens again.” His open palm pressed against her stomach, drawing her ass back against his erection. His thick, hard, magnificent erection.
She groaned and arched at the contact. “Why not?”
His fingers slid lower. Into the curls at the top of her mound. “Because I was seconds away from torching the next one who looked at you.” His teeth closed over her earlobe, sending a tremor straight down her spine. “And had I known you were naked under that fucking skirt, every single one who touched you in that courtyard would already be ash.”
Overbearing, bossy males didn’t do it for her. Not at all. But this one… The possessive, greedy, shameless order she heard in his gruff voice pushed her from I’m ready to take me right fucking now.
“Oh gods…” She pressed back against his erection.
“I am your god.” He captured her jaw with his big hand and tipped her head back, until she could see the unabashed lust in his dark eyes locked firmly on her. “The only god you’re allowed to think about or cry out to.” His other hand slid lower, his fingertips just barely grazing her clit. “And you are all mine, female. Only mine now.”
He pressed a bruising kiss to her lips, his demanding tongue invading her mouth until she groaned. But the second his hand dipped lower, the instant his thumb moved over her clit and he pressed one long, thick finger deep inside her aching core, she was lost.
Tingles erupted in her sex. Pleasure streaked down her spine. She rocked against his hand, the marking in her hip sizzling against her skin. “Yes, yes… Oh fuck, yes…”
Just before the orgasm claimed her, he pulled his hand free, then whipped her around and shoved her back against the door once more.
She gasped. Grunted in protest as her eyes flew open. Then his lips captured hers, and his tongue dipped into her mouth. She moaned long and deep and reached for him, growing hot all over again.
He tasted like sin. Like salvation. Like heaven and hell and everything in between. Grasping his shirt as he claimed her mouth, she pushed it up his muscular chest, pulled back from his kiss, then yanked it over his head.