Red. (Den of Mercenaries #1)(22)

Drawing her leg up to rest on his shoulder, he held her steady even as her entire body trembled. Niklaus didn’t immediately go for her center, rather let his mouth skim up her calve, his teeth nipping at her flesh making a rush of heat surge through her. By the time he made it to her inner thigh, she was soaked. Aching. Waiting for the moment when he would finally touch her and put her out of her misery.

But he didn’t do what she wanted, not yet anyway. His fingers splayed across her stomach, sweeping down until he had his thumb pressed against her clit over the lace.

It was enough to send a shot of electricity through her, her hands drifting to the strands of his hair and pulling.

“Right there?” he asked, pressing a little firmer, rubbing in small circles.

With each second, he made minute adjustments until her back was arching off the door, a throaty moan clawing its way up her throat. As skillful as he was at finding the right spot to make her clutch him tighter, it was nothing compared to when he hooked his fingers in the side of her panties, drawing them to the side as his lips found her center.

As his tongue delved between her lips, he didn’t immediately lash at her clit, but twisted and rolled his tongue over all of her, dipping down to her entrance and back up again, drawing the tight bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking.

A keen whine ripped free from her as rational thought fled, only replaced with a need to get him to do that again.

Then she felt his fingers again, following the same path his tongue had as he moved from her clit then down and pressed two fingers inside of her, curling them upwards.

Niklaus didn’t ask for instructions, letting her reactions to him giving him any answer he needed.

Reagan was close, closer than she should have been considering he had just touched her. Her body wasn’t her own under his hands. And he knew, as he kissed, licked and sucked, every bit of her that she was about to come.

He was on his feet in a flash, his forehead to hers, one hand firm on her chin, forcing her eyes on him.

“I can feel you’re about to come, how f*cking tight you are around my fingers.”

Reagan was close, so close, that his words were like a spark on the never-ending flame, making her burn hotter as the orgasm nearly overtook her.

“Is that what you want?” he asked, smiling even as she fought to catch her breath. “Do you want me to let you come before I f*ck you?”

“Yes, please,” she responded.

She wasn’t above begging, not with him—not when it felt like he was the only man that could ever make her orgasm.

“Then let me have it,” he said and kissed her again, swallowing her cry as he twisted his fingers igniting her orgasm, robbing her of breath.

She was helpless not to obey, lost in the wave that had swept her under. He didn’t give her time to come down, sweeping her up instead, carrying and dropping her down onto the bed that had already been stripped of its comforter.

Now, as he kneeled between her spread thighs, his fingers at the button of his jeans, he eased it free. Then they were unzipped and he was shoving the denim down his legs, taking the boxer-briefs he wore with them, and finally, she had her first look at the cock he was finally fisting.

She was only allowed the view a short time before he was digging a condom out, fitting the latex around his length. Long strokes kept her attention focused on the one part of him she desperately wanted at that moment.

He wasn’t even inside her yet and she felt like she was about to burst. His hand was between them, keeping hold of his cock as he tilted his hips, rubbing the head directly across her clit, making her nails dig into his shoulders.

“Are you wet enough to take me?” He asked at her ear, even as he felt the evidence with each shift of his hand. But he wanted an answer from her, practically demanded it. It wasn’t just the firm slide of him against her, but the way the question had fell from his lips, the heated tone as though this affected him just as much as it did her.

He was teasing, only offering just enough to friction to keep her mindless, but not enough that she was racing towards the edge. It wasn’t until he angled his hips back, and he circled her entrance, his gaze glued down at the action.

For just a second, he seemed content in teasing her this way, until he found purchase and thrust in, catching her off guard as she gasped, his name spilling from her lips.

He was big, bigger than she had expected despite the rather in-depth way she had handled him moments earlier.

And as her body adjusted to his fullness, a slight tremor worked its way through his body, and she felt, rather than heard the low growl that swept through him.

Gentle, he had said.

But as he drew back, nearly pulling all the way out of her, she knew almost immediately that whatever gentleness was in him was long gone.

Because when he thrust back in, his grip on her was stronger, his need a little more at the forefront as he throbbed inside of her.

He gave a few more measured thrusts, giving her time to adjust, and the more she did, the better it felt, like he was rubbing over every last nerve ending in her *.

“That’s it,” he murmured in a heated rush, “open up for me.”

It drove her insane, the way he kept careful control of himself even as she was writhing beneath him, trying to get more of anything. His hands. His lips. His cock. She just wanted more.

And it didn’t take long before he read into her silent demand. Then he was f*cking her harder, his fingers digging into her skin as he tilted her hips to take him better, making the jagged slide that much more mind scrambling.