Her moan was rough and anguished, as if he asked too much. She twisted her head, pressing her flushed cheek into the pillow. But he was determined. For several seconds Dylan just stared at her flagrantly pink, glistening sex, letting his hunger build as he thrust into her clasping, muscular channel. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he tilted his head and covered her outer sex with his mouth. He couldn’t disguise his greed. She keened loudly as he took her clit captive in his mouth, sucking her tautly and whipping the kernel of flesh with a stiff tongue.
Slippery juices and heat surrounded his fucking fingers. She cried out sharply, the sound striking him like an incredulous question. It crazed him, that sound, the sure knowledge that she was responding to his demanding touch.
He twisted his wrist, corkscrewing his fingers into her tight channel. He sucked her clit between his teeth. The walls of her sex clamp him tighter. She screamed as orgasm hit her.
He replaced his mouth with his finger, giving her what she needed to continue coming powerfully. Nothing could stop him from taking what he wanted as well. She was soaked. He slid one hand beneath a smooth thigh, rolling her hips back forcefully on the bed and parting her wider. He dove between her legs, his tongue immediately plunging into her pussy, driving deep and hard.
Pure decadence, to dip into her warm honey. A vicious sense of triumph spiked through him when she made a strangle
d sound and then screamed full throttle yet again.
If he didn’t watch himself, he’d lose himself to her. He could die happy like this, with the taste of her on his tongue, and with her juices running down his throat. He’d never known a woman to get this wet. She was so responsive. Mindless with lust and acting purely on instinct, he ran his finger below his piercing tongue, spreading her juices along her ass cheeks and perineum. Her cream had already gathered in the crevice of her bottom.
He lightly caressed her tiny, puckered asshole. He felt her muscles stiffen. His cock raged, but he knew he’d let his lust get the best of him at that moment. Something about her taste and wholesale responsiveness, which stood in stark contrast to her hallmark wariness, turned him into an animal. It meant something to him, her unguarded reaction.
He withdrew his tongue and finger and kissed her damp mound.
“Sorry,” he muttered thickly, rising up over her.
He wasn’t really, but he knew he’d shocked her with that intimate touch. It was too soon, to expose her to the full extent of his greed.
Her expression as she looked up at him undid him. He gritted his teeth together and reached for the bedside drawer and a condom. She looked vaguely bemused and thoroughly ravished and …
Delicious.
He felt her eyes on him as he stood and shucked off his jeans, then rolled on the condom. He crawled back onto the bed, straddling her.
“You don’t have to be sorry,” she said through soft pants. “It felt so good. I loved it.”
“Jesus,” he muttered under his breath, straddling her bound body.
“What?”
He palmed his heavy cock from below and guided himself to her entrance. “How can you be such a smart-ass and so sweet at once?” he asked tensely. He glanced down and paused in his haste to get inside of her. The downy hair between her thighs was dark with moisture.
“I’m not sweet,” she hissed.
Unable to resist, he worked his cockhead along the creamy seam of her labia. She moaned shakily. Wetness coated his knuckles and gathered on the thin condom. Her pussy was a man’s dream come true.
“Oh yes, you are,” he groaned, before he repositioned himself, flexed his hips, and drove into her. Her clamping heat made his eyes roll back in his head. She made a squeaking sound and pulled on her restraints, baring her teeth. He planted his fists in the mattress and thrust, sinking into her to the balls. She gave a sharp cry and lifted her head, scraping her teeth against his ribs. He grunted at her show of animalistic hunger, withdrawing and sinking again, setting a wicked pace from the first.
“Do you want to bite me, Alice? Do you want to bite me while I fuck your little pussy?” he taunted her as he pounded into her, and the headboard began to rock against the wall. It was so good, having her there, helpless and hungry, bound beneath him while he plunged into her sweet heat.
“Yes,” she gasped, before she took a bite out of his side. His skin roughened in heightened arousal. She licked at the abraded skin with a warm tongue, as if in apology. Even in the midst of rabid lust, he marveled at the stark reality of her.
His spine tingled. His muscles strained when he drove into her hard, and she bit him again.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he growled.
She did, before he was done with her that night.
Dylan thought he might have paid even more, given her demonstration of such sweet savagery.
TEN
The sound of Dylan’s phone alarm going off awakened her from a deep, drugging sleep. She’d only passed out just less than an hour ago, unraveled and sublimely satiated from Dylan’s lovemaking.
Dylan had handed her his phone upon her request before they’d drifted off. She tapped the screen, turning off the alarm. She blinked, lying there immobile for a moment as memories of the bizarre, incredible night washed over her. Turning her chin, she peered into the darkness. Dylan had pulled her into his arms after he’d released her from the restraints. He didn’t move now, obviously still asleep. She thought of the world outside of the mansion: an alternate universe, a world to which she needed to return.