The green rippled through his eyes like a shark through the ocean. Then he kissed her.
Chapter Thirteen
Benny took her mouth because he didn’t want to let her go. She felt just right in his arms and on his lap, and that pissed him off even more. He’d wanted to kiss her from the first day they’d met, and until the night before, he would’ve gone slow. Gentle. Kind.
Not now.
Now he gave her all of him. He was demanding and rough, taking her mouth the way he wanted. She tasted sweet and wild, and he got lost, forgetting all about his vendetta. About his plan. About anything but the soft female in his arms and the raw need she aroused in him.
She moaned softly into his mouth and curled into him, dragging her hand through his hair to clutch and yank. Slight pricks of pain, shockingly erotic in the moment, cascaded over his scalp.
He tightened his hold and went deeper, pulling her even closer against his body. Even so, he brushed a hand up her side, feeling each rib, settling against the curve of her breast. The heavy weight of it was so close, and he would’ve torn that innocent sweater off her in a second if he thought she’d let him keep going.
He didn’t want to have to stop.
Ever.
The entire world could’ve blown up, and he wouldn’t have given a damn. He lost himself in her, letting the roaring that filled his ears drown out the desperate demands of the beast at his core. The one that wanted him to strip her naked and sink so deeply into her that neither one of them would ever get free. He was tasting the sun, and those deadly flames ripped through his bones, through his blood, and straight to his cock. There was no other feeling like this one.
He couldn’t get enough. Never would there be enough.
She wiggled her little butt against his groin, and the beast howled in triumph. Keeping her mouth, holding her hair, he shifted his weight and pushed her with one shoulder to straddle him. Her hold on his hair tightened, and she swung her other leg over his, grinding her core against him.
Oh, holy fuck.
His hand shot up the back of her sweater on its own, the pads of his fingers brushing her soft skin. Her impossibly soft skin.
She drew up her knees as if trying to sink into his body and grabbed his neck with her free hand, kissing him back with an intensity that detonated parts of him from the inside out, one at a time, each culminating in a fiery explosion that guaranteed he’d never be free.
He caressed her rib cage and then along her leg, sliding that long skirt up her smooth thigh. His cock jumped to attention, trying to get inside her, a roaring monster that also wanted to be free. His thumb scraped her inner thigh, and she gasped, writhing against him.
His tongue swept her mouth and she let him, dueling with him, as caught up in the fire as he.
He brushed the outside of her panties, finding them wet. She trembled, pushing into his hand, her nails raking the back of his neck as she held on.
What had he unleashed? He gave her more, losing himself in the moment. In her. Twisting his wrist, he angled his hand and tapped her clit, still outside her panties.
She stiffened and drew in a sharp breath. Then she lifted herself slightly, her eyes dazed with a glimmer of shock. “Benjamin.” She licked her lips and moved against his hand again as if seeking something. The hand in his hair pulled tight again.
He flicked her clit.
Her entire body shuddered, and her eyes widened.
Gently, he slid two fingers beneath the band of her panties and then his entire hand, pressing his thumb square on her throbbing clit while sliding a finger inside her. “Feel good?” he rumbled.
She held perfectly still except for the tremors taking her body and nodded.
“Say it.”
“It feels good.” Confusion clouded her eyes, competing with need, but she didn’t move away. “I haven’t felt this before.”
He pressed harder, and she arched into his hand, sucking in air. “Lose the innocent act, sweetheart. I don’t need it.” More than that, he didn’t want it. Oh, there was no way she’d been sexually active since losing her mate, but she’d kissed him like she knew what she was doing.
Or maybe she was as caught up as he. It was possible, so he remained gentle. Well, gentle for him. He lightly pinched.
She gasped and dropped both her hands to his shoulders. “Benjamin.” It was a moan. “I don’t, I mean, I—”
He curled up with the finger inside her, and she stopped talking. Keeping his gaze, she let her weight lower onto his hand, forcing his finger deeper.
“Oh,” she breathed.
His cock was about to burst out of his jeans. “What do you want, baby?”
She licked her lips, and he nearly came in his pants. “I don’t know,” she breathed, tension coiled so tight in her that he could feel it.
“I do.” He kissed her again, capturing her lips and taking over. At the same time, he plunged two fingers inside her, deep, and scraped his thumbnail over her clit.
She writhed and then cried out, her body undulating as an orgasm swept through her. He moved his fingers, crisscrossing them, forcing her to ride out the waves until completion. She came down, her body shuddering, her wetness coating his fingers. She blinked several times, her eyes even wider and her mouth set in a small o.
He removed his hand, and keeping her gaze, he licked his fingers clean. Instantly, he was obsessed with her sweet taste, wanting more. Now.
Crimson swept over her high cheekbones, making her eyes even more mysterious than before. They were dazed. It was all he could do not to strip her bare right then and there. But the Kurjans were watching…and listening. For the briefest of moments, he’d forgotten. Completely.
She came back to reality and slowly released his shoulders.
He smiled, right into the camera. “That was a nice start, wasn’t it?”
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Karma couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Even as Benjamin placed her back in her chair, her focus would not return. So that’s what a good climax felt like. She’d had no idea. Was Benjamin magic? Or was it because of the mating mark on his hand? No, that couldn’t be it. Her mate, years ago, had held a mark for her. She didn’t remember the few times they’d engaged in sex feeling like that. It surely had not.
“Eat your eggs before they get cold.” Benjamin dug into his breakfast as if the world hadn’t just shifted.
How could he be so casual? Was this normal behavior these days? She could not believe that. Her hand trembled, but she grabbed her fork. Everything inside her wanted to run fast and hard to a dark corner so she could huddle and think. To mull through what had just happened. Did he think less of her? Shame felt like a heavy balloon in her chest that expanded to her belly. The Kurjans had seen what happened. Wait a minute. Her eyes had been closed. Had she made noise? If not, they did not know. Oh, surely they knew, or suspected, but maybe not. Maybe they thought she’d just kissed Benjamin and closed her eyes.