Released (The Eternal Balance #3)(43)
The swirl of orange in the air, coupled with the spark of desire I saw in her eyes, destroyed any illusions of control I had. I was off the bed and across the room before any of it even registered. “You want it,” I said, and I ran the tip of my tongue up the side of her neck. When I came to her ear, I nibbled the tip as I dropped my hands down to get rid of her jeans.
But I wasn’t fast enough. She shoved me away and unfastened them herself, then kicked the denim off in a single, graceful move before going to work on my own. She inched them down, frustratingly slow, took my underwear along for the ride, and then reversed our positions by spinning me up against the wall. I grabbed her, desperate to taste her again, but she resisted and settled on her knees.
“Holy…f*ck…” I sucked in a lungful of air and gritted my teeth as she took the tip of me into her mouth. Her tongue rolled slow, languid circles over my sensitive skin. I tried to push forward, desperate to relieve the building pressure, but Sam had other plans.
Her throaty laugh confirmed my suspicion that she was intent on making me suffer. Blissful agony spread like fire, licking every single part of me. A hand on either side of my hips, her fingers raked down, and her nails dug into my skin to keep me still. She held me at bay, and I groaned. Her mouth drove me closer and closer to the brink as her tongue slid up and down my length. My head fell back against the wall. She was trying to kill me. Suck me right into oblivion and fry my brain.
That wouldn’t do.
I gasped. She pulled back, and her teeth grazed along my skin as she went. It was all I could take. I wound my hands around bunches of her hair and dragged her up. “I wanted this to be different,” I said with a growl. I lifted her and crossed the room. “To take it slow.”
She wrapped her legs tight around my waist and trailed a line of kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. Her fingernails scored my back, leaving sizzling trails of fire in their wake. “Screw slow.”
I set her down, never breaking contact. My hands were everywhere, sliding across her stomach and down the sides of her legs, up her arms and over her breasts. I teased each nipple to full attention. Her warm, soft skin was like a match to my tinder. Her reaction to my touch, the small, breathy moans that caused goose bumps to erupt along my skin, was the most amazing thing I’d ever heard. At the feel of her beneath me, a savage satisfaction I knew was only partly from the demon inside, rose up to engulf me.
I’d wanted to make her beg, to tease her to the brink of sanity, to have her desperate and pleading until I was sure she could no longer survive without me inside her. But I was the one who teetered on the threshold of lucidity. That’s what this girl did to me. She brought out the best in me—and the worst. The purest light and the utter savagery that lived in my soul. She coaxed out the beast, and God help me, she liked it.
Fucking loved it.
I buried myself inside her with a single, powerful stroke. She gasped and arched into me, clawed my shoulders in an attempt to pull me closer. I resisted. I wouldn’t miss a second of this—of her head thrown back, of her lips parted and her chest heaving, moving perfectly supple twin peaks in the most amazing f*cking way. God… She was the definition of perfection. My hands went to her breasts. Kneading, relishing the exquisite feel, I gently twisted her nipples as my movement, almost demoniac in nature, caused a mind-blowing crest to build.
A round of images from Azi barreled through my mind. Its view of things, its frenzied desires and raw lust mingled with my own, goading me to thrust harder. Faster. I grabbed Sam’s hands and pinned them above her head, giving in to the demon’s need for dominance. To the very basic, primal urge to control.
Sam cursed, and her eyes squeezed closed as she bucked against the bed. Her fingers knotted in the comforter and pulled at the material. A soft tearing sound filling the air. I thrust harder. Faster. I was possessed by the moment, lost in the euphoric electricity that was building inside me. I felt the tide rise inside her, and the pulsating wave of her total release coaxed my own right along with it. I rode the sensation, the feel of it like a meteor exploding inside me, detonating, splitting me in half. I clenched my jaw tight against it and let the wave roll over me. It washed away everything in its path. The doubt and fear and concern. In that moment, there was nothing but Sam. There was nothing but complete satisfaction and utter contentment.
Chapter Twenty
Sam
“That was…” I shuddered, still trying to get my breathing under control. Jax had settled and tucked me under his arm. “Yeah. I don’t know that the English language has a word for what that was.”
He laughed, a deep, dark sound that sent a cascade of tingles through me. “Careful, Sammy. You’ll inflate my ego.”
I snuggled closer and threw my arm around his waist. “What? You mean more than it already is? Is that even possible? I mean, the building has to have some kind of weight restriction.”
He was quiet for a moment. “Are you sure I didn’t—things got a little out of control. Azi’s still in here and—”
I pushed myself up, rested against my elbow, and kissed his cheek. The warmth beneath my lips was a thing from heaven. “I love me some out of control.” I settled back down beside him, totally content. “We kind of got, um, preoccupied, but tell me what happened. How were you able to take back control?”
He sat up and pinned me with a smoldering grin. “No-can-do.”