Page 57 of Havoc's Fox
“With my mom and dad. It’s just us.”
She heaved a sigh of relief and licked her tongue across his lips.
He growled, low and deep, his eyes flashing. “I don’t know how gentle I can be.”
“Neither do I,” she said, her own eyes reflecting the desire he felt.
“This place may burn down around us,” he said.
Analise smiled at him. “As long as I finally get satisfaction, I really don’t care.”
Havoc stepped off the top stair onto the third-floor landing, and went directly toward the front of the house where the master suite was. He went straight to the bed and stood her on it. Taking the time to undress her, top and shorts, then to very slowly slide the silk panties off her hips. “Fuck me,” he said, reaching out and stroking a finger through the small bit of flame-colored-curls she’d left there when she’d shaved everything else smooth.
“I’m trying,” she said, moving her right foot a little further to the right to open herself up a little more as he stroked and played with her already swollen, slicked labia.
He quickly pulled his hand away from her, licked his fingers clean around a moan, then shoved his pajama pants down to his ankles, kicking them away. When he looked up at her face, he realized her mood had changed. “What? What’s wrong?”
She shook her head as she gave a little shrug. “You are just perfect. There’s no other word. Absolutely beautiful,” Analise whispered.
Havoc smiled at her. “Really? I’m okay?” he asked, looking down at his body quickly and running a hand over his muscled chest and belly with the dark auburn sprinkling of hair across them before looking up at her face again.
She couldn’t believe it. He really didn’t know how beautiful he was. All his bravado, all his activity for lack of a better word, and he was still so unsure of himself. “Havoc, there is no equal alive. You are just beyond explanation.”
He smiled at her through the long, thick shoulder length waves of auburn hair that had always been his go to hairstyle. “That’s how I feel about you. Looking at you. Tasting you… my God, how did I ever survive without you. There is no one else alive. Period. You blind me to all others.”
And with that Analise started to get nervous. She didn’t mean for this to be anymore than it was. Just a need. Feeding a need, satisfying a desire that had been growing since she was old enough to have desire. “Havoc?” she asked, her delicate brows bunching as she looked at him.
He smiled at her. “I know. Show you.”
She nodded. “If you don’t mind.”
He took her hands in his and held onto them as he guided her to the bed, then lifted her by the hips as he held her and moved her up the bed, his body coming down between her legs. He kissed her breathless, then slowly began kissing his way down her body, stopping at her nipples to suckle them, tease them, stroke them, and finally pressing a kiss between them before pressing a trail of kisses lower, across her ribcage to her stomach, then finally a kiss to each hip before he lifted her legs to rest them one on either side of his head as he engulfed her with his mouth, his tongue flicking up and down her slit as his lips suckled, trying to experience all he could at once.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her hips raised, angled toward him as he finally broke the seal of his lips against her pussy and let go of her thighs so he could hold her open, using long swipes of his tongue to separate her folds, before focusing on her swollen clit. Every time he flicked it, her body jumped in response. He grinned as he sucked her clit between his lips and tapped it with his tongue, bringing her right to the edge of orgasm.
He raised his head and looked at her, perfect, gorgeous, his, laid out before him. Her hands out to her sides, gripping the bedsheets, her hips curled up toward his face, her head thrown back with abandon, her wild red curls spread across his bed. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be buried inside her now, right now. He went up on his knees, scooting closer and closer to her as he stroked his thumb in and out of her eager channel.
She lifted her head. “What’s wrong?”
“Not a thing,” he answered, his voice almost too gruff to comprehend.
“You stopped,” she accused.
One side of his mouth turned up; the entire rest of his expression was downright threatening. Completely predatory, wild and uncontrolled. “I need you to say you want this,” he growled.
“I came to you. I begged you. What more do you need?”
“Tell me, you want me. Me. That it’s only me that gives you what you need.”
She thought about denying him, but she knew she’d be lying and he’d sense it. It was pointless to even try. “I want you. No one can give me what I need but you. No one has ever been able to give me what I’m missing.”
Some unidentifiable expression passed over his face.
“Can you? Can you make me feel whole?”
He nudged closer until the tops of his thighs just above his knees hit her ass, then he lifted her thighs and draped them over his shoulders as he leaned forward, catching himself on his left hand, placed near her head as his right hand lined his swollen cock up with her entrance. He looked down into her eyes, demanding wordlessly that she not look away as he made one forceful thrust, forcing himself deep into her body.
She smothered a scream, determined to keep looking into his eyes as he pulled back and thrust back into her again and again and again. All sense of humanity left him as he practically devoured her body, fucking her for all he was worth, touching places inside her, literally and figuratively, that had never been touched before.