Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(87)

He loved the soft plea in her voice. The need in her. The way she had no problems demanding and asking for what she wanted. He loved that she pleaded with him and wasn’t in the least embarrassed to do so.


He gave her harder. Faster. Rougher. He used his mouth and his hands and cock to drive her up higher. He watched her face the entire time. Her every expression. The way her breasts bounced and swayed with each hard jolt. The way her eyes went hazy and her breath turned ragged. The flush turning her skin a rose color and the way her mouth opened and that shocked pleasure came over her face right before the orgasm took her, roaring through her so that her body clamped down hard on his.


Still, he drove into her right through that exquisite contracting, needing to watch her while he gave that to her before he let go himself, giving himself up to the same fire. He pulled her down over him, wrapping his arms around her, finding her mouth unerringly to take her gasping breath right down his throat. He loved that too.


Her heart beat hard against his chest. He could tell she was exhausted. He was too. It felt good. Not just good, great. He allowed himself a few minutes to just hold her while their breathing settled. The lacy veils of silken webs hung like artwork around their bed, creating such an intimacy that he felt his need of her crawling down his throat to wrap around his heart.


“Trap?” Her voice was a soft whisper running over his skin like fingers.


“Right here, baby,” he whispered against her neck. He slipped his fist into her hair, sifting through the long, thick mass.


“I’m so glad you found a way to be immune to my bite. I think that might happen again sometime.”


He could tell by her voice she was not only afraid that she might bite him again when their sex got out of control, but she knew she would because the urge was not as controllable as she would like. This time there was trepidation in her tone.


He gently tugged on her hair. “Good thing I find your bite sexy as hell. Everything about you is sexy, Cayenne. Especially your bite. I love that I’m the only man in the world who is safe around you.”


There was a small silence. He felt her lips curl against his chest. Her tongue licked at his skin. “You’re not entirely safe.”


He laughed softly. Happy. He could sleep just like that – her sprawled over him, his cock still in her. Not that it would be fair to her. She needed care. He kissed her neck and forced himself to do the right thing. She had gotten to him as no one in his life ever had. “I’ve got to get up for a minute. Stay here and let me get a warm washcloth, baby,” he said. “I’ll clean you up and we can go back to sleep.”


She made a little sound of protest, but loosened her arms.


Very gently, Trap allowed his body to slide away from Cayenne’s as he put her on her back. She watched him as he got out of bed, her gaze drifting over his body. There was evidence of her innocence on his cock and thighs. He liked the way she looked at him, that dark green creeping into the vibrancy of the emerald.


“You told me that once I was in your bed, when I was yours, you were going to share some things with me, Trap.”


He cleaned himself thoroughly, taking his time, wincing at her words and trying to think what he could say to her to keep her with him. He had promised that to her and he was a man of his word. She gave him honesty, and he couldn’t give her less. He ran hot water onto a cloth and carried it back to the bed.


He sat beside her and gently drew her knees up. He opened her legs, using his hands on her thighs. He used the washcloth gently and very intimately to clean her. “I did say that, didn’t I?” Happiness slid away to be replaced by knots in his guts. Hard, tight ones that told him the ice in his veins wasn’t going to protect him. If he told her the truth about what was waiting for her, and that he knowingly dragged her into danger with him, what would she think of him? She already had enough danger surrounding her with Whitney sending his soldiers after her.


“Trap?”


“Give me a minute, baby.” He needed more than a minute. She’d given him her body. Surrendered completely to him, just as he’d asked of her. He actually liked being in her company. Before, with any other woman, ice had come back, and sometimes, even when his body wasn’t sated, he had to leave. Get away from the woman, because the moment she opened her mouth she made his head want to explode. He’d never had this before – this desire that had grown into a need and now was pure determination. He wasn’t going to lose her.


He took his time getting rid of the washcloth before padding barefoot back to her. Sliding into bed, he drew up the covers, turning to her to slip his arms around her and pull her small body close to his. “You certain you want to hear this now, baby? You need more sleep. I’m not going to be through with you for a very long time. I plan on feeding you, f*cking you and sleeping with you, for the next few weeks until neither of us can move.”


“Sounds like a plan,” she agreed softly, “but you promised me. I need to hear what you have to say.”


He sighed and dropped his chin on the top of her head.


“Why don’t you want to tell me?”


“You know why, Cayenne. You may not have been with any other man, but you’re intelligent and you can also see the difference between a man like Wyatt and me. He’s a good man and he’s going to be a fantastic husband to Pepper. I’m going to drive you insane with my personality. I’m going to hurt you when I’m not thinking before I snap at you. I don’t like a lot of people around me, which means you aren’t going to be attending a lot of parties and have tons of friends around you all the time because I’m going to want you with me, not out gallivanting around with your friends. I’m bossy and demanding and I’ll expect sex whenever the f*ck I want it. Adding more to my long list of sins isn’t conducive to making you want to stay.”