Page 18 of Eat. Prey. Love.
I’d step in front of a runaway train for him—no question.
A low rumble of pleasure vibrates over me as he lifts up just enough to grab the zipper on my sports bra and yank it down. Kneading roughly, his fingers twist my nipples and I gasp at the sting. Our mouths break apart when I bite his lower lip in retribution and he gives me a hungry expression. There’s a tiny bit of blood on his lower lip, which he licks away.
“I thought you were being a good girl this morning,” he tsks playfully.
My smirk deepens as I arch into his hands eagerly. “I never said that.”
We both enjoy the battle for control and its resulting roughness—this is just foreplay.
Chuckling darkly, Fitz moves his hands to my pants, tugging them down and off. He turns his head to kiss my ankle, making me giggle when the light brush tickles. “You, my beautiful bunny, are going to behave so I can worship you.”
“We’ll see,” I reply with a mischievous grin. “Do your worst, Crazypants.”
He sits my feet on his shoulders, biting my left calf firmly. My body is singing with anticipation, so I probably shouldn’t have poked the tiger with a teeny stick, but I’m a risk taker like that. The trail of bites, nips, and kisses moves up my leg until he reaches my now trembling thigh, but he stops. With a wink, he turns to the right side, starting at the ankle again as I groan in frustration. My pussy throbs at his teasing touches and I clench around an empty space inside.
Damn him and damn my big, fat mouth.
“Fitzyyyy,” I moan as he spends time behind my knee on delicate skin. My fingers dig into the ground hard, clawing slipping out as my bunny demands he quit teasing. “Don’t be an asshole.”
“I’m not, Baby Girl.” He lifts his head and looks at me hungrily. “This is getting you ready for my feast.”
“Shit,” I mutter as my back arches. When my psycho kitty wants to, he can edge the shit out of Chessie and I. That’s what he’s doing now and my body is dancing to his tune without a second thought. “I’ll get you back for this.”
“Oh, I hope so,” he mumbles before sucking a big bruise on my inner thigh. “In fact, I’m counting on it.”
When his breath finally hits my wet slit, I almost cry in relief. His fingertips trace the shape of me, gathering wetness to bring to his lips and growl as he tastes the fruits of his labor. A soft flick of histongue makes me shiver in anticipation, but he doesn’t touch me where I need it. Instead, he switches to the groove where my legs and pelvis meet, finally making me growl back in frustration. I can almostfeelhis grin against my skin; that’s how smug the son of a bitch is.
“Say it,” he rumbles against the skin he’s marking it up. “Say you’re mine, Baby Girl.”
Shit. Possessive Fitz is fucking hot as Hades and twice as sexy.
“I’m… y-yours…” I pant when his mouth finally brushes over my apex. A warm swipe of his tongue makes my stomach clench and I’m shocked to feel the wave of pleasure sweep through me. Arching off the ground, I moan loudly as the orgasm wracks my frame with hardly any effort on his part. “S-Shit… Fitz…”
His hands push my thighs further apart as he settles between them, and the rough, flat tongue of his tiger laps at the juices flowing out of me greedily. It makes me shake more and I force my hands from the earth below me to bury in his long hair. Tugging on the silky strands, I feel the vibrations of his moan and manage to smile in satisfaction. Heloveshis hair pulled, but only when I do it. I hold on tightly, guiding him around my heat until he finally gives in to lick my clit.
The pleasure is so intense I come again with barely a whisper of pressure. That triggers him to work me over more aggressively, flicking and suckling on the sensitive spot until I scream and yank his hairhard. Another ripple of pleasure hits me and my eyes slam shut as my brain damn near fizzles out. My limbs tense as he gently cleans me up, waiting for me to loosen my grip on his hair before he pulls back to grin wickedly.
“Now,thatis what I want to see. You’re practically glowing.” My tiger places one last kiss on my mound, then slinks up my body quickly, burying himself inside of me with one smooth thrust. I shudder as he fills me, gripping him inside as I groan low.
“Holy fuck.” I don’t have enough brain power to say more because the buzz of orgasms and the bunny inside me are taking up every available brain cell. When he moves, I feel the burst of a half-shift free my tail, ears, and fangs. A deep hunger claws at my gut, pushing at my consciousness until I growl again.
Fitz’s hips swirl before he looks up at me and sucks in a breath. “Holy fuck is right, Baby Girl. You’re bunnilicious right now.”
“Can’t… control… it,” I grit out as I meet his slow thrusts. My nose twitches and I roll my eyes up to the sky as a powerful sensation coasts over my body. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but it’s like everything inside of me is fighting to take the wheel.
His hips speed up, slamming into me and hitting the exact spot I need, forcing me to squeeze my eyes closed and moan again. “You’re definitely fucking glowing and it’ssexy as hell.”
I raise my hand to touch him and suddenly, a loud roar echoes off the surrounding walls of the library. The sound makes a switch inside me flip and I dig my claws into his shoulders for purchase so I can meet the hard rhythm of his hips. We’re fucking so hard it’s going to hurt later, but I don’t care. All the instincts inside of me are raging, prickling my skin as we get closer and closer to the edge.
“Mine,” Fitz growls and I finally pry my eyes open again to look at the half-shifted tiger with golden eyes staring down at me possessively.
Oh shit.
“Fitz…”
“Mine.”
The second demand hooks into my gut like a punch and I surge forward as my thighs grip his. “No,mine.”