Tempted & Taken (Men of Haven #4)(67)

“Love the sound of that, sweetheart, but it’s not an answer.” His fingers delved between her folds and slicked the ready wetness up and around her clit. “Give me limits, or give me a green light.”

Limits? With Knox? Maybe if he’d asked her before he’d touched her. Before he’d kissed her senseless, stripped her bare and bent her over like a conqueror ready to stake his claim. But right now, she couldn’t come up with any boundaries. Not in her mind or her body. “No limits.”

The rumble escalated to a growl and he pumped two fingers inside her sex. “You sure?”

Yes.

No.

Maybe.

All three were answers that pinged in her head, but her libido took the reins and gave the response it wanted. “Shut up and fuck me, Knox.”

The sass earned her a sharp smack straight between her legs, the sting mingling with the cool air against her slick folds. “Just for that, I think I’ll skip the plug and stretch you the old-fashioned way.”

All too readily, her mind conjured a picture to match his words, and a shudder rocked her so hard her knees nearly buckled.

The crinkle of a condom wrapper sounded, followed by an appreciative hum.

And then the thick head of his cock nudged her sex.

“Christ, Darya. Need to find a way to fuck you like this so you can see what I do.” His shaft sunk deep and she rose up on her toes, lifting for more. “Just like that. Your pretty pink pussy taking everything I give it.”

“Knox!” Too frustrated with his slow and deliberate pace, she released her hands, braced them on either side of her head and pushed back into his thrusts.

As second later, his hand was at her nape, pinning her in place, and his heavy voice grated near her ear. “Be still.”

Holy hell, that was hot. The complete mastery behind his simple command and the thick stretch of his cock in her sex nearly pushing her over the edge.

Slowly, he rebuilt his rhythm, still slow like before, but each stroke filling her completely. With her face angled away from the box, she couldn’t see what he was doing, but something thumped against the hard plastic. “Love it when you get greedy, but tonight you take what I give you. Understand?”

“Then stop talking dirty. I can take your cock, or your filthy mouth, but not both at the same time.”

He chuckled and a muted click of hard plastic sounded behind her. “You sure?” Cold moisture dribbled at the very base of her tailbone and slipped between her cheeks.

The lube.

God, this was really going to happen.

The click sounded again and the bottle landed beside her on the bed.

“If I can’t talk while I fuck you then I can’t give you a visual.” As if he had all the time in the world and no clue how taut and ready to explode she was, he coated her in the moisture. Up and down, circling her anus and pressing ever so slightly, before dipping across her perineum and repeating the hypnotic path. “You always tip your hips for me like this, but tonight you’re begging for it.”

“Knox, stop it.”

His thumb stilled, but not his hips, the thick head of his shaft scraping deliciously inside her. “Stop?”

“Just your mouth. Everything else, keep going.”

“Hmmm.” Spoken like a man who had no intention of listening. He circled his thumb again, but this time added more pressure and didn’t retreat. “You sure you don’t want to know? Because I’m committing the way my thumb looks slipping inside your ass to memory.”

He pushed inside and she whimpered. Her pussy trembled around his thick girth in a way that promised the orgasm rushing toward her would be huge. “I’m going to come.”

“Not yet.” He shifted his hand and eased two fingers inside her, insistently stretching her. “Hold on to it for me.”

“Knox.” She fisted the comforter and moaned. “Please. It’s so close.”

“Oh, baby. So am I.” The stretch in her ass increased and the ache between her legs escalated to a demanding pulse. “But I want to be right here when you go off. Want to be the one that makes you come this way the first time.”

“Then do it.” She’d meant it to sound more demanding, but it came out as a plea, her voiced as tight and ravaged as she felt. Sweat coated the back of her neck and the stretch of skin where his quads brushed the backs of her thighs. Every inch of her body quaked. Primed. Ready. Wanting.

Still pumping his shaft slow and methodically, he eased his fingers free and he picked up the lube. “Do what, sweetheart?”

God, she didn’t know whether to kill him or praise him. For all his devious machinations, he always knew exactly the right approach to push her to the very edge. To wring every last sensation from their play. But she wasn’t without her own skills. Her own power. Which was exactly the point he’d set out to make. “Take that glorious cock and fuck my ass with it. Now.”

The sound he made as his cock slipped free of her pussy and prodded her anus was pure primal predator. A barely leashed animal, hungry and intent on claiming its prey.

He drizzled more of the cold lube along her crevice and slicked it where he wanted it with his shaft. “Glorious, huh?” He tossed the bottle back to the bed and palmed both cheeks, fully exposing her for his perusal. Somehow just knowing his eyes were on her, watching as he prepared her, pushed her that much closer to the edge. Made her wish she could watch as well. “Can’t deny you when you put it that way, can I?”