Page 62 of Covert Mission
The combined effect is devastation.
Driving his tongue into my mouth, over and over, he coaxes wild moans from me. Tilting me this way and that until he’s tasted every corner of me.
I’m drunk on the taste of him when Beast lowers me to the bed and runs his hands all over my upper body. His massive hands frame my ribs and glide gently over my stomach. He circles my belly button with his thumb as he licks his lips.
He gazes at my breasts for a long time with incendiary intensity. Wraps his hand around my neck. Molds my arms from wrist to shoulder beneath his touch. His thumb circles the place where he bit my wrist earlier, and a heartbeat forms there.
I lie beneath him and wonder about all the contrasts that make up this man. A warrior with hands made for sin.
He touches me, explores me, memorizes me until I’m vibrating with need.
I reach for his hand and curl my finger around the broad width of his palm.
“I’m dying from your touch.” It’s a broken whispered confession.
“Camile…” His expression is fierce. Like he’s trying to control something dark and unruly inside of himself. “I knew it would be like this,” he murmurs.
Something rises in his gaze, and he exhales roughly. He traces both my nipples with his index fingers, then pinches them simultaneously.
I jolt as pleasure scorches a path to my pussy.
“You like that, babe?”
“God. Yes. Your hands…”
He pinches harder.
I arch into his demanding touch and breathe his name. “Beast…”
“Lucas,” he corrects.
I whisper his real name.
He dives on me then, his mouth colliding with my breast, his teeth replacing the pressure of his fingers against the tight areola.
Yes.
I nearly peel out of my skin.
As I try to grind my pelvis against him, my hands find his silky, lush hair, and I score his scalp with my fingertips.
He gives me the edge of his teeth in a bite.
“I’m going to be seriously mad if you stop.” I twist and moan, as a lightning storm of pleasure curls through me, all the way down to my toes.
He echoes my moan with a deep rumble so deep that the bed vibrates.
My clit throbs in response. The deepest part of me grows so thirsty I’m about to beg for his cock.
I need him.
A flood of wet warmth pulses out of me and soaks my panties.
“Fuck, I smell your arousal,” he mutters against my electrified nipple. His shoulders tighten and the muscles in his stomach tremble.
Beast…Lucas…apparently not only has super-human hearing. But he’s got the nose of a hungry wolf if he can smell me through my shorts and panties.
His hand goes to the waist of my cargo shorts and jerks them open.