Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(75)

I lick my lips. “You could always kiss me again.”

He grins. “Fuck, I love you.”

He throws me down onto the bed, his mouth devouring mine.

“Don’t ever leave me again, Anna,” he commands in a deep tone. “Do you hear me?”

“I won’t,” I mumble against his mouth. “Don’t give me a reason to again.”

He lifts my top off.

“I won’t, darlin’, never again,” he grits out before his mouth is on my body, taunting, teasing, showing me what I’ve missed out on. “You’re mine, Anna, don’t f*ckin’ forget that again.”

“I never forgot that, Arrow,” I whisper, tugging at his T-shirt, silently begging him to take it off. He gives in to me, pulling his white T-shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere around the room. I gasp when I see my name sprawled on his ribs in scripted font.

“When did you get this done?” I ask, running my fingers over the beautiful ink.

“The day you left,” he says as he pushes me back on the bed. “Need to taste you.”

My lower belly clenches at that thought.

He lifts my skirt, pulls down my panties, and puts his lips on me.

I stare at his dark head of hair, before I close my eyes and let the pleasure consume me.

Fuck, it feels so damn good.

I force myself to open my eyes, wanting to watch him as he pleasures me, lifting my hips up to his mouth.

Gripping my hips, he pins my body down to the bed so I can’t move, then continues to lick me through my folds. When he runs his tongue over my clit, my back arches involuntarily.

“Arrow,” I moan out, reaching my hands down and threading my fingers through his hair.

He pulls back. “You wanna come in my mouth or on my cock?”

“Both,” I reply back to him.

His mouth tugs up in the corners, before he lowers his head and continues licking me. When he sucks on my clit, my orgasm hits out of nowhere.

“Fuck, f*ck, f*ck,” I grit out, between clenched teeth, breathing heavily.

So. Fucking. Good.

When my body finally goes limp, he moves his mouth away and wipes it with the back of his hand. Feeling sated, I crook my finger to him.

“What do you want, Anna?” he asks as he pulls his pants off.

“I want you in my mouth,” I tell him boldly, sitting up on my knees and waiting.

He curses and steps closer to me, so his hard arousal is in front of my face.

“Open your mouth, darlin’,” he croons, touching the side of my jaw with his hand. I instantly open for him, sucking his length into my mouth as far as I can take it. He groans, staring down at me with brown eyes filled with such passion it causes my heart to race. He lets me lick him a few times before he pulls away. “Need to be inside you, Anna, now.”

“How do you want me?” I ask, spreading my thighs apart in invitation.

He curses again. “Lay back down, I need to see your face.”

I lie down on the bed and he braces himself over me, then slides himself in with one long thrust.

“So f*ckin’ good, Anna,” he whispers. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too,” I reply, pulling his face down and kissing his mouth. He continues to pump himself inside me, and reaches down to play with my clit until I come again, this orgasm more powerful than the last. I call out his name as I finish, and he soon joins me, his strong thighs trembling as he comes inside me. Afterward, he lays back and pulls me into the crook of his arm, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

“Never letting you go,” he murmurs.

“I never want you to,” I whisper back.

His hands tighten around me.

*

Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I wander into the kitchen to see Arrow standing there, butt naked, cooking breakfast.

Buns of f*cking steel.

“Morning,” I rumble, my voice thick with sleep as I admire the view. “What is it with you and cooking naked?”

He turns and grins widely. “Mornin’, beautiful.”

“What are you making?” I ask, placing a kiss on his waiting lips before peering into the frying pan.

My hand gropes one of his ass cheeks.

Arrow turns off the stove and then turns to me. His cock is hard, pressing into my stomach.

“You’re not the only one who just woke up,” he murmurs, glancing down at himself and smirking.

I look down too and smack my lips together. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Arrow licks his bottom lip, then lifts me in the air, a squeak escaping my mouth.

“Gonna eat you, then I’m gonna f*ck you, then I’m gonna feed you.”

His lips are on mine.

Then he does exactly what he said he would.





THREE MONTHS LATER


I call the number I was given, sitting up in bed. He answers on the fourth ring.

“Yes.”

“Talon,” I say. “It’s me, Anna.”

He’s silent for a few seconds. “Hey, Anna, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Can you meet me somewhere? I thought we could hang out.”

“When?” he asks instantly.

“In half an hour. How about that café you dropped by last time?”