Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(50)

He sounded starving for it, his voice hoarse with need. His mouth watered. She smelled like honeysuckle. Jasmine. A wild storm building.


She did exactly as he instructed, her eyes on his face as she pressed her hand into the mattress on one side of his head.


“Work your breast, Cayenne,” he instructed. “Tilt into me.”


Then his tongue was there. Right where he wanted. Needed even. That first taste sent a shudder of pleasure through his body, and she jerked, gasped, a small cry escaping.


Yeah, baby, it’s that good. This is what I can do to you. Take you all the way with my mouth. It’s even better with my fingers. And when I get my cock inside you, you’re going to be screaming for me.


I’m already going to be screaming. This is even more terrifying. But good. So good.


He wished he had his hands to hold her in place. Knees wide. Her body trembled continually, and her breath came in ragged pants as he stroked long, deep caresses, drawing out the honey and taking it into his mouth – taking her into his mouth. She tasted like heaven. Like his. He used his tongue like the weapon of seduction it was, pulling out every stop. Giving this time to her. Making it all about her.


Her little sobbing gasps began to rise from silent to a musical symphony he was fast becoming as addicted to as he was to her taste. When he began to gently suckle on her clit she jerked away from his assault.


No, no, baby. Let yourself go. Give yourself to me.


It’s too much. I can’t stand it. I can’t.


Take a deep breath and relax. Let go. I swear to you, I’ve got you. I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want, Cayenne. This is all you, honey. You like this, right?


Too much. I like you too much.


There it was. Her fear that if she let go, she was giving herself fully to him. He couldn’t combat that because it was the truth. He’d tried sweet and gentle. He tried going along with her to give her the confidence to come to him. He wanted this for her. He wanted her to know just how good it could be. It was time to take a different route, see if commanding her worked, because he wasn’t getting anywhere with coaxing her.


Damn it, Cayenne. You f*cking know you belong to me. You know it. Stop playing games in your head and just do what the f*ck I tell you to do. I can’t touch you and comfort you because you’re the one dictating the terms here. You’ve handicapped me. Completely. This is it, all I can give you, so get your sweet little body where it belongs and let me give this to you.


Her eyes moved over his face. He kept his gaze on all that startling green. The facets were back, very much in evidence. She was trembling, but his demand worked. She swallowed hard and moved back over his face, closing her eyes.


No, baby, look at me. He gentled his voice. She was so beautiful. So vulnerable. He wanted her to come apart for him. For her. So she knew pleasure. He wanted to be the one who gave her pleasure. I want you to see me when I give this to you. You need to understand what’s happening here. I want your acknowledgment that you do. I need to see that in your eyes.


He waited. He could feel her heartbeat, the pulse of life, of fear right there in the heart of sex. The scent of all that sweet, spicy honey waiting for him to collect called to him, but he held on, not moving. Waiting. She took a deep breath and lifted those long feathery lashes. Giving him that. Giving him her.


He settled his mouth over her and took what belonged to him. Nothing in his life had ever been as good as this moment. He took her back up slow. Leisurely. Talking to her softly. Intimately. Mind to mind. Whispering how beautiful she was. How brave. How lucky he was that she was his. To let go. Relax. Take the chance. With him. Trust him. He’d catch her. He’d be there for her. He made that vow. He would be there for her.


He knew she would capitulate, because if there was one thing for certain he knew about Cayenne, she didn’t lack courage. She might be terrified, but she faced the unknown, head-on. Her breathing changed. The music started again. The ragged hitches in her breathing.


That’s my girl. Let yourself go. Move your hips, baby. That’s it. Don’t stop, just let go. Grind down. Let go.


He stared into her green eyes. Saw shock. Saw dazed wonder. Saw the exact moment when she became his. Her mouth formed his name. He became her talisman. Her sword. Her shield. Her everything. She became his. His heart went crazy. That look pierced deeper even than his heart. He took her down gently, his tongue lapping. Tenderly. Wanting to hold her. Needing to hold her.


Baby, let me free now. You need my arms around you. My body sheltering yours. Come on, you can’t still be afraid of me.


Her lashes fluttered. She took another breath, still trying to draw enough air into her lungs to stop the burning. She shook her head and moved back away from him, to stare down at his face. He smiled at her, trying to be encouraging.


“I’ve got you all over my face.”


He did. She was everywhere. Just the scent of her was enough, but giving her that first orgasm had nearly sent him over the edge. Knowing he’d put that look on her face gave him more satisfaction than anything else. Deliberately he licked his lips, taking in the sensual treat.


“Babe. Let me loose.”


She moved, that sensuous slide of her body back down over his to the end of the bed where she crouched, watching him. He’d never seen anything as beautiful as her naked body, the fluid way she moved, muscles rippling beneath all that soft, inviting skin. Her breasts were marked with his possession. Strawberries covering them. Red. Swollen. Her nipples tight.