Awe glowed in my chest. She’d glimpsed the most savage parts of me, but she was touching me with tenderness. Only minutes ago, my cousins had threatened her life, but she was comforting me.
She braced her hands around my hips and slid down to her knees, positioning herself between my legs. Her kisses trailed lower, moving down my abs to my navel. She was so close to my cock, and I stiffened for her.
“Allie,” I rasped, something between a warning and a demand. I wanted her hot mouth on me. I craved her surrender. When she ceded to my control, all my rage and pain melted away. I could just be with her.
But she was so innocent, and I couldn’t tangle my fist in her hair and direct her to take me how I wanted. I wouldn’t risk spooking her, no matter how keenly my darkest desires tormented me. My dick strained against my jeans, aching for her.
Her slender fingers shook slightly as she undid the button on my pants. Her breaths came hot and fast, until she was panting against the dark trail of hair below my navel.
I bit out a curse and threaded my fingers through her silken hair, tugging her head back so that she was forced to look up at me. Her gemstone eyes punched all the air from my chest.
“If you do this, I won’t be able to stop myself,” I warned through gritted teeth.
Her lips parted, and her eyes flared with heat. “I don’t want you to stop yourself. I don’t want you to hold anything back. I want you, Max.”
Boldly, she reached for my zipper without breaking her gaze from mine. I released a hungry growl and freed myself from the stifling confines of my jeans. She stilled when my cock strained toward her mouth, her lips forming a tantalizing O as she drew in a sharp gasp.
“Are you scared, Bambi?” A twisted part of my wanted her to be intimidated by me. I wanted her quivering and desperate to please me.
She licked her lips nervously, and I bit back a groan as my dick pulsed with need.
“No.” Her defiant declaration hitched a little, just the right amount. “I want you, Max.”
“Show me.” The heady rush of control intoxicated me, making me drunk on Allie: her sweet surrender, her tentative touch. She was inexperienced, and I relished the fact that I would be the one to instruct her how to give me pleasure. I would be the first man to claim her mouth. The only man. No one else would ever touch my Allie.
My fingers tightened in her hair with a rush of possessiveness. “You’re mine. Say it.”
Her eyes shone with the fervor of her promise. “I’m yours, Max.” She lowered her lips to my cockhead, her mouth barely brushing my hard length. “I’m yours.”
Her hot tongue traced the line of the thick vein on my shaft, and stars burst behind my eyes. Keeping one hand in her hair, I grasped hers and directed it to the base of my dick, showing her how to fist it while she licked me. She blew out a long, humming sigh, settling into my control over her. She found release in surrendering to me, and seeing her kneel before me was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced.
Her lips closed over my cockhead, her tongue catching the bead of precum at the tip. At the same time, her fist pumped my shaft, sending pleasure zinging down my spine. All my muscles coiled tight, and it took concerted effort not to grip her hair and urge her to take me deeper.
Not this time. Not her first time. She was trusting me completely, exploring me at her own pace as she learned how to please me. She seemed to memorize every nuance of my sharp intakes of breath, the involuntary jerk of my hips.
“So good,” I hissed as bliss arced through me. “So fucking good.”
She made the hottest little whimper against me, the soft sound vibrating through my cock. I barked a curse and pushed deeper into her mouth. She opened for me, swirling her tongue around my thick head before she sucked me. A strangled shout tore from my chest, and I gritted my teeth as I ruthlessly shoved down my release. I wasn’t ready for this to end.
Waiting would be pure torture, but I didn’t want to come until she screamed my name and begged for her orgasm. I would have Allie at my mercy, shaking beneath my hands, before I let us both finish. By the time I was done with her, she would never so much as think about another man. She would be mine for good.
ALLIE
“Not yet.” Max’s fingers tugged at my hair, giving me a little bite of pain that sent sparks pinging over my scalp. He lifted me off his cock, and I blinked up at him in confusion.
Worry pierced the blissful haze that’d settled over me while I was pleasuring him “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, angel.” He briefly caressed my cheek before leaning forward to undo the remaining buttons on my blouse. “I want to taste you too.”
Heat ignited beneath the surface of my skin, and my core fluttered. I’d never thought a man would crave to go down on me, but the hunger that sharpened Max’s beautiful features took my breath away. My fingers flew to the final buttons, stripping off my shirt in a frenzy. I wanted to be naked for him. I wanted us to connect, skin-to-skin. Nothing separating us.
The same need seemed to overtake him, because he started stripping too. In a matter of seconds, he was completely bare and looming over me where I still knelt on the floor. He was so powerful, and I felt small and vulnerable in his shadow. His eyes flashed, and his jaw tightened as he stared down at me with awe.
I’d only managed to remove my blouse and bra, but he didn’t seem willing to wait for me to finish getting undressed. His big hands bracketed my waist, and he lifted me up in his strong arms. Instead of holding me against his chest, he slung me over his shoulder and carried me off like his own personal prize of war. His palm cupped my bottom, and his thick fingers dipped between my legs to grip my thigh, so close to my heated sex.
When we reached my bedroom, he tossed me down on the bed, and all of the air whooshed out of my lungs as I collided with the soft mattress. A strange giddiness swept through me, making my head swim with a burst of heady pleasure.
Max took advantage of my disoriented state, tearing at my pants and stripping me to nothing but my pale blue cotton underwear.
His eyes flashed with a feral, predatory gleam, and he settled himself between my thighs. His broad shoulders parted my legs, holding me open for him. A small whimper of need and trepidation caught in my throat. Max was overwhelming in his raw power and fierce hunger for me, and his harsh beauty made my insides turn molten.
He shot me an arrogant, wicked smile, and his teeth caught the waistband of my panties. I sucked in a sharp gasp at the shockingly primal act as he tugged the soft cotton down my virgin sex. His teeth grazed my clit, and my hips bucked toward his mouth as a pulse of white-hot pleasure burst through me.
He finished tearing the underwear from my body before his strong hands gripped my thighs, pinning me so that I was completely open and totally vulnerable to him.
Another soft whine slipped between my teeth, and a tremor raced through my body. His fingers flexed into my soft flesh, giving me a little bite of pain. My core contracted, and a wash of heat wet my lower lips. He watched my wanton reaction with rapt fascination, memorizing every touch that made me come undone for him.
His palms remained braced between my thighs, holding me at his mercy, as his thumbs traced my slick folds.
“Max!” My abs clenched, but his firm hold prevented me from arching into him. My fingers tangled in the sheets at my sides, fisting the soft material as though it could somehow prevent me from floating away into a haze of bliss.