The Slayer (Untamed Hearts #2)(115)

She kept her heels on because they had cost Tino a small fortune. Chuito certainly wasn’t complaining as he ran a hand down her thigh and admired her spread out in front of him, legs wide, high heels on the edge of the mattress, with their pretty blue straps wrapping up around her calves.

“Estas buenisima, mami. Te voy a comer.” His voice was husky with need as he slipped a hand to the inside of her leg, opening her wider and looking down to the slim patch of red hair between her thighs. He fell back on his haunches and pulled at the button to his jeans before lowering the zipper, all the while watching her get wetter the longer he stared. “It’s pretty. So f*cking pretty.”

“Is it?” she asked as she arched her hips for him.

“Oh, f*ck, yes.” He groaned as he grabbed her legs, one in each big, rough, open palm, and buried his face between her thighs.

Alaine moaned when he dragged his tongue over the length of her. She screamed when he sucked on her clit, but then covered her mouth because they weren’t alone anymore.

Their prison was far away in Garnet.

Now they were exposed, but that didn’t seem to bother Chuito, because he reached up and grabbed her hand, forcing it away from her mouth as he swirled his tongue over her clit. She moaned and arched into the pleasure, holding him to her.

She didn’t know why it was so easy for him to drag it out of her like this. She wasn’t sure what it meant to her as a woman, that she needed him to help her find something she should be able to reach on her own.

But right then, it didn’t matter.

Chuito was there, his mouth on her and his tongue making the choked sounds of bliss burst out of her. She just let the storm go over her and then sweep her up in the wild tempest of ecstasy until she was sweating and writhing under him.

Fighting for the release that was right there.

So close.

She threw her hands back against the headboard and pushed her hips up as she tossed her head to the side. “Oh God, Chu!” She was panting with the pulsing need that made her skin dewy. It was like heaven and hell tied together. It felt so good, but it left her clawing for more, greedy and desperate as she lingered on the edge of oblivion for what seemed like forever. “Please, please, please!”

It was almost as if he enjoyed the tease, somehow got off on leaving her pleading and sweaty beneath him, because every time she was almost there, he would pull away from her clit to lick up the wet, sticky evidence of her desire. He sucked on the insides of her thighs, marking her there too, as if it was in his programming to need to see a brand on her skin.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it another second, he easily pushed two fingers into her because she was so very wet. Alaine screamed when she came. Her * clenched around his fingers, milking them as he extended the pleasure for her. He kept stroking her when the tide waned to sharp, shuddering ripples of bliss as he licked his way up her body. He stopped to suck on her tits, making her jerk and moan beneath him.

Then Chuito grabbed her face, forcing her to blink up and see him looming over her, dark and predatory. When she licked her lips, he took the invitation, letting his tongue claim her mouth with a possessive kiss as he pushed his jeans past his hips.

The feel of his bare cock against her stomach had her shifting against him impatiently, her body clenching for more. She couldn’t help but wrap her legs around him, her heels catching on the belt loop to his jeans, but it didn’t matter because he thrust into her harder than he had the other times.

She cried out at the feel of him, long and thick, stretching her, making the pleasure molten.

They stayed tangled rather than stop.

It was sticky, hot, messy, with him moaning into her mouth and her fingers tight in his hair, clinging to him as they moved against each other.

“No me importa. Let them hear you’re mine,” he growled and then took her again, harder, making her arch and cry out before she could choke it back. He fisted her hair and licked up the line of her throat before he whispered into her ear, “’Cause you are…aren’t you, mami?”

She nodded, breathless, moaning as he thrust into her again, and promised him, “Yours. Only yours.” That seemed to affect him, because he took her faster, rougher, pulling her hair, grabbing her ass until she was coming in a wild, hot rush of pleasure that had her crying out, “God, Chu!”

Chuito came too, biting her shoulder when he did, holding back the sounds of pleasure, but she could still feel it under the surface, his muscles clenching as he slammed his hips against hers over and over again.

There was something about his pleasure that was almost violent.

Guilty.

Dangerous.

She knew why it scared him now.

But she let herself drown in it anyway.

She was still shaking from it when he pulled out of her and rolled her over so that she sprawled out on the bed. The sex didn’t stop like it did with other men; it just got more turbulent as he dragged his tongue all the way up from the base of her spine. It was slow, indulgent, as he crawled over her. She felt his low moan against her ear as he touched her, sliding his hand between her sticky thighs and teasing her until she was begging again.

Then he kicked off his jeans and shoes and took her from behind, the two of them bare save her high heels. He clutched at the headboard; she did too, and the sex sounded like a heartbeat, hard, thumping, until they were both completely spent.