Page 33 of Craving Her
“Is that supposed to keep me away from you?” I ask her, eyeing the pillow.
“This pillow is a line. If you cross it, then not even ice will save your balls,” she announces. Then she flops on her side,giving me her back. She switches off the light that’s on her nightstand.
I let out a sigh. My woman is in for a surprise before the night is over, but I’m tired of fighting for now. I get up and grab the bottle that’s in the freezer and put the one I’ve been using in its place. Next, I go make sure the door to the room is locked, then climb back into bed. I put the dishcloth back over me and put the new bottle where I’m hurting the most. Then, switching off my light, I close my eyes. I don’t know if sleep will come, but I hope like hell it does. I need my wits about me to handle Skylar tomorrow. I smile at that thought. After three years of wanting her andknowingshe could never be mine. Now, she’s in my grasp and I’m not letting her go again. I just have to find a way to make sure that Skylar accepts that.
And soon.
Chapter 17
Skylar
I slowly shake slumber away, awakening, but still feeling as if I’m trapped in a haze. I’m hot all over. I feel like I’m drowning in the heat. My breathing is shallow, and I’m filled with hunger. I whimper, stretching my body—yet finding resistance. I lick my lips as a wave of desire crashes through me so strongly that I cry out.
“That’s it. Let me hear you, Peaches,” I hear Torin growl.
His hoarse, raw voice feeds my hunger. I force my heavy eyes to open and find him looking straight at me. His eyes are glued to me. My body tightens and I force myself to push away. It doesn’t do any good. His hands are on my thighs, his body trapping my legs, refusing to let me move.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he rumbles against my bare center. My clothes are gone. I’m completely naked and Torin’s face is buried between my thighs.
“No, we can’t,” I gasp, reaching down to push on his shoulders to make him move away from me. I can’t believe he did all this while I was asleep. He has to have lost his mind …
“Hands by your sides, Skylar. Do it or I’ll tie them to the bed. The choice is yours.”
I freeze and look at him. I know beyond any doubt that he’s serious. I swallow nervously and he smiles up at me. There’s a glint in his eye, daring me to argue with him. That’s my first instinct, but there’s a big part of me that wants me to give in. I’ve wanted Torin for three years.What could be the harm in giving in?
While I try to make up my mind, his body shifts, moving me so he can lift my legs over each of his shoulders. His hand caresses my stomach, starting a scorching fire inside that feels like it might burn me alive. The path he makes continues around my hip and under my ass. Torin squeezes one cheek roughly to the point there’s a sting of pain behind his touch. I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. He bends down and puts a soft kiss against the wet lips of my pussy.
“Mine,” he growls. His words hit me hard and my heart squeezes in my chest. I surrender in that moment, not wanting to fight what I’m feeling any longer.
I release a breath that shudders through my body as he buries his head into my center, opening me to him. He flattens his tongue, lapping at my juices, moaning against my clit as he sucks it into his mouth. I cry out in pleasure. My reaction seems to fuel his desire. I feel the change in his urgency almost immediately. He hums, working me hard, tasting, nibbling—devouringme. I slap the mattress, clenching the sheets, as I thrust up against his mouth, silently begging for more. He pulls back enough to drag his fingers over my heated folds and begins teasing my clit before his tongue takes over and his fingers move through my cream, then push inside me.
“Torin!” I cry, as pleasure ripples through my body.
I lift, needing more,cravingit. I don’t get what I want, though. His other hand is clamped down on my hip, refusing to let me move.
“You’ll accept what I give you. I’m going to make you come, but I can’t provide your body with what it wants this time. I’m not taking your cherry with my damn fingers. When that happens, it will be with my cock and you’re not ready.”
Not ready?I’ve been ready for three years.
“I am,” I argue as my head goes back, my neck arching as another wave of carnal desire pours through me when he blows his warm breath against my clit.
“Not yet, because when I claim your virginity, you will belong to me in every single way you can imagine, Peaches. I willownyou.”
His words simultaneously scare and excite me. Yet, I still feel the need to argue. “You can’t own someone, Torin.”
I look at him as his lips stretch into a smile that sends chills down my spine. “Oh, Peaches. I have so much to teach you,” he croons. I don’t have time to think about his response because he begins working my clit with his fingers so hard that I lose my breath. His tongue presses inside of me, lapping at my walls. I can feel my orgasm building as his entire faces pushes into me, his beard teasing my tender flesh.
“I’m going to come,” I whine, my breath coming out in urgent puffs as sensation after sensation slams through me.
“Hold on. Don’t come until I give you permission.”
“Torin,” I sob. He can’t be serious. How am I supposed to stop it? He’s eating me like a starving man. I’ve never felt anything like this before. My entire body is on fire. I’m grinding down on his face, fighting his harsh hold on my hip as much as I can.
“Don’t come,” he orders again, his words muffled against my soaked pussy.
“Please,” I plead, fighting my orgasm, but knowing I’m going to lose the battle. “Tor, please let me come.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls. “Listen to you, begging me like such a good little girl,” he purrs. “Come for me, Peaches,” he demands. His mouth and fingers work my clit, and I lose myself in the magic he creates. I didn’t even realize that his hold on my hip is gone until I feel at least two of his fingers push into my ass without warning. My body jerks and I scream as my climax rips through me. My body fights the onslaught of sensation, but Torin somehow takes control, leading me through it all—letting me ride out my orgasm. It’s so intense that I’m surprised I don’t black out. Part of me thinks I might have because when I finally begin functioning again, Torin is lying beside me, petting my tender folds gently and whispering in my ear. “That’s my baby. You’re so fucking perfect, Peaches. You’re mine now. I’m going to take care of you, pretty girl. You’re my property.”