Angel in Scarlet (Bound and Determined #4)(50)

She bit down on her lip to keep from replying. She could do this, no matter how strange it felt to be gazing out over the people while Colton stared straight at her—her cunny. God, she had a man staring at her cunny and she was smiling down at the crowd.

It should have been the least erotic thing in the world, but every inch of her burned with need and desire. Why wasn’t he touching her? Was he still looking at her? Was he touching himself?

Her mind filled with the image of his long hard penis, of his hand stroking up the veined underside, of that glistening drop of seed forming at the top, of the look upon his face, the strain in the tendons of his neck. It was all she could do to not glance back and see if her dreams were being met.

“What are you thinking, my angel? Your legs are tensing and relaxing in a most delicious fashion, and you’re growing damper by the second. I would have lit more lamps in the music room if I’d known what a sight I was going to be treated to. You make me long to taste you. Would you like that, would you like for me to taste you? Oh, don’t worry about answering; your body is your answer—that little shiver, the sudden clenching of your sex. Did you know I can see that? I can see how your inner muscles tighten just by the way you move.”

She didn’t know how her legs supported her. If she wasn’t careful she’d go toppling right off the balcony. It was a good thing the wall was so high.

And then she heard him move, felt his breath upon her behind.

“You have a most glorious ass. I had not realized before. I should always have you pose this way, have it arched and ready for me. It is all I can do not to sink my teeth into it, to bite you like a ripe peach.” He placed a kiss upon the left cheek of her behind, his lips slightly parted. His tongue slipped out and ran a slow trail over her.

Her fingers clenched tight into the cold stone beneath them. She forced her eyes onto the people below her, tried to concentrate, tried to smile, although she was sure her face was shadowed and invisible.

His fingers gripped her inner thighs, tight. She would be bruised in the morning—and she simply didn’t care. Anything was worth this instant, this moment.

“I really would like to nip you, to leave my mark. I’ve always liked to see my mark on a woman’s creamy flesh.”

She didn’t want to think about other women, to think about the fact that he’d done this before. “Then do it,” she whispered between gritted teeth. “Just do it, do whatever you like. I told you I was yours to command and I meant it.”

He licked her again, his tongue hot and wet. He made little circles, nipped her lightly with his teeth and then again. When the actual bite came, she felt as if she’d been waiting for it forever. The pain was sharp and hard, and yet she welcomed it. She felt her legs open farther of their own accord. Her fingers bit into the stone.

His tongue was back, laving the wound.

He pulled away, his breath moving over her back. “So beautiful.” A finger traced the lower part of her spine through her gown then disappeared beneath her raised skirts, then skimmed down again quickly, sliding between the cheeks of her buttocks. “And wet, so very wet.” The finger circled places she had only recently learned to consider and then moved lower, sliding over her center. Her whole body clenched at the feel, her hips arching farther, seeking.

He swatted her. “Bad girl. I asked you to be still.” And then there was a hand on each buttock, pulling them apart, his fingers sinking deep into her flesh.

She moaned. She could not help it. Her whole body was on fire. She needed. Oh, she needed.

“I’d like to f*ck you here and now. Do you know that? Do you know that I want to push you down hard on that stone ledge? That I want to sink into you as you scream and call my name? And you want that too, don’t you? I begin to fear that you may not be an angel at all.”

Another moan, this one far louder than she liked.

There was movement below, faces turned up at her.

She lifted a hand, gave a little wave, tried to look as if nothing…

He slipped between her legs, coming to rest with his back against the stone ledge. And then his mouth was on her, on her as she had never imagined, hitting that spot, sucking that spot, biting, nipping—and then again. She bit down on her lower lip, trying hard not to moan again, not to call further attention to herself.

A finger slipped between her lower lips, trailed through her wetness.

This time he was the one who moaned, low and deep and so very guttural. “God, you’re sweet.”

He licked again, moving along her whole length. She bit her lip harder, afraid she would draw blood.

A single finger pushed up into her. Her body stiffened at the intrusion. She’d never felt such a thing. She’d imagined what it must be like, but the reality was far different. Her thighs twitched, and for a moment the whole world stopped as she tried to grow used to the strange sensation.

He held the finger still, and then his lips closed upon that special spot and he sucked, hard and fast. The fires lit within her body again and she found herself tightening down on that finger. It began to move within her, up and down, pressing on the front wall of her passage. He stroked across a certain spot and something happened, her whole body began to move, to…

He sucked again. His finger stroked again—and she lit, burned, exploded.

The tenor sang. People giggled.

And she died and was born again—and then again.