Crave (2 page)

"Oh God," she whispers when I roll her nipple between my fingers.

"Come here."

She steps toward me without question.

"Right here," I murmur, turning her with one hand on her hip until she leans into me, against my chest. She fits there so well... I ache to keep her.

Instead, I twine her hair around my fist, lifting it from her neck.

Dipping my head, I brush my mouth over the soft skin of her shoulder, sliding the straps of her bra down one arm and then the other. Hot, opened mouth kisses follow the path that little strap of fabric took before I move back up again.

Her head settles against my shoulder, granting me access to the little peaks and valleys of her collarbones. I accept the invitation to those sweet places without hesitation, trailing my tongue and teeth across her exposed skin, re-familiarizing myself with every sensitive place she offers up to me.

She mewls her approval, her eyes closed.

When I can take no more of her sweet skin against my tongue, I turn her, smiling at the greedy desire etched across her face.

"So fucking perfect," I tell her, putting my hands around her waist and walking her toward the bed.

She smiles again, the mattress striking the back of her knees. "So are you."

I groan at her soft answer, loving the honest way she speaks to me. There's no hidden agenda in her compliment. She tells me what she sees in front of her and nothing more or less. That's rare in my world, too. There's always an agenda, a reason, or some sort of manipulation. Some expectation of favor. With Trinity though, there's none of that either. She asks me for nothing, expects nothing, and takes only what I give her of my own free will.

I crave that honesty with an intensity that borders on obsession.

I push her gently back onto the thick mattress and follow her down, nudging her legs apart with my knees. She moans when I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties.

Her back arches off the bed.

I chuckle at her eagerness and lift her hips, sliding the deep green scrap of lace down, my eyes trained on her the entire time, watching as the dark fabric slips down her pale legs. Removing her simple, sexy shoes, I fling the tiny piece of fabric away.

"Christ," I say, devouring the way she's spread across the dark sheets like an erotic goddess. "I missed you."

"Trey," she mouths.

I crawl up between her legs and drop down over her.

"Open for me, baby."

I wait until her lips part before leaning down to kiss her again.

She kisses me back eagerly, her body undulating beneath me as my tongue sweeps inside to steal her breath. One hand trails languidly down her body, my fingertips memorizing every soft curve on their way down.

Her legs fall open when my palm slides against her hip, teasing. I pause there, tormenting us both, before continuing on to where I'm dying to go. Wet heat burns against my fingers.

I spread her open, rubbing my thumb against her clit.

Trinity's hips jerk toward my touch, her body eager for more.

"Please," she whispers, rocking against my hand.

"Please what?" I pull back from her mouth to ask, pressing one finger inside of her before withdrawing it again. "Tell me what you need, baby."

I know what she needs, feel it on levels I can't even begin to describe, but I want to hear her say the words. Need to hear her invite me to touch, to taste… and to take.

"Stop teasing me, Trey," she groans, writhing beneath me. "I need you inside of me."

I chuckle at her impatient answer and lift my eyes, my cock pushing against the confines of my pants at the hungry look on her face. "I will be inside you," I promise her, sliding my finger completely inside of her, "but not yet. I want to taste you on my tongue first, baby."

"Oh!" Her body arches off the bed at that.

"Do you want that?" I ask needlessly, pumping and twisting two fingers torturously slow inside of her.

Her head bobs against the pillows, her bottom lip between her teeth again.

I hum my approval, memorizing every shift of expression and every twitch of her body as I work her with my hand. She feels like heaven on my fingers. Priceless, pliable. The beast screams to be let out, to be let
in
. I hold him off, wanting to prolong this moment, wanting to savor the way my heart races every time she moans my name.

I prowl slowly down her body, trailing kisses across her creamy flesh as I go.

Her legs fall open wider on either side of me, as if inviting me in.

My gaze falls on her bare, slick skin. Another twist of pleasure stabs deep at the sight of pink, glistening folds and unmistakable need. I lower myself down to her, sliding my arms beneath her legs to lift her toward my mouth.

My breath washes across her pussy, pulling a groan from her.

I groan too, her delicious scent invading every sense until I feel full of her. Spreading her open gently, I revel in the feel of her desire coating my fingers. Of the way she exposes herself to me willingly, letting me take what I want without shame or hesitation.

I dip my head again, blowing across her heated skin.

One swipe of my tongue has both of us moaning – her in pleasure, me from the erotic explosion of her taste against my lips. It warms me, heating me like metal in a forge.

I only know one way to quench the burning thirst.

I set to work on her.

Thick honey flows across my lips, trickling down my throat.

I hum into her pussy, sliding my tongue back and forth across her clit.

"Oh God," she cries out, burying her hands into my hair to hold my face to her.

I smile, holding her legs open as I press my tongue inside of her. Every time I retreat to tease at her clit, her stomach clenches. The feel of her muscles contracting beneath me adds to the symphony playing across my senses, making me crazy.

My name falls from her lips again and again, a prayerful litany that drives me on and on as I lick, nip, and suck at her, gorging myself on every response she gives me. I'm an artist with my tongue, hitting just the right spot at just the right time, each long lick and teasing kiss designed to drive her higher.

Her body begins to tremble beneath me, muscles locking tight as orgasm comes barreling toward her. "Trey," she cries, her hands clenched tightly in my hair, "Don't stop. Oh, please God, don't stop!"

I don't stop, couldn't stop even if I wanted to.

The beast is frenzied, dying to feel her explode against my mouth.

"Come for me, Trinity," I breath against her skin, swiping my tongue across her clit one more time before giving her what she needs. I press my fingers inside of her again, sucking hard on her clit at the same time.

Orgasm hits her like a bomb blast, lifting her body up from the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy tears through her, pulling a scream from her lips. I grab her hips and drive them back down onto the mattress, ruthlessly refusing to allow her to escape from what I'm doing to her. I want her to feel it, every second of it.

Her pussy convulses around my tongue, her body thrashing beneath me….

The beast is rabid, rattling the walls of his cage in his frenzy to get to her.

I can't hold him off any longer. I don't
want
to hold him off any longer. As the waves of Trinity's orgasm began to subside, I lift my head and look up at her, taking in the euphoric expression on her face.

Christ, she's stunning.

"I need you," I say, rising from the bed to strip from my clothes. My eyes never leave her body as I jerk my shirt off, exposing the lines of ink etched into my chest and upper arms.

"Beautiful," she whispers, spreading her legs wider in invitation when I pop the button on my pants. Her gaze roves over my tattoos, taking them in.

I know she sees me beneath the ink, who I really am. My armor covers me as thoroughly as I intended it to, sheltering the beast from prying eyes and manipulating hands, but Trinity burrows beneath those defenses with ease. She's the only one allowed to see what lies beneath the shackles I've bound myself into. The rest of it – obligation and responsibility, duty and violence – fall away when she comes to me like this.

She gives me a soft smile, accepting what she sees without reservation.

My cock springs free, pulling a relieved hiss from my lips. Clothes fall to the floor, kicked away. I crawl back up to her, covering her body with mine before my mouth descends upon hers again for a moment.

"Are you sure?" I ask, pulling back to stare down into the green eyes that captivate me so completely I can't think straight. Always, the choice is hers. What she wants, what she needs... nothing else matters.

"Yes," she whispers, no hint of hesitation or doubt.

"I'll make it good for you," I promise. No matter how frantic the beast is to take control and glut himself upon her body until the ache for her subsides… I'll make it good for her.

I grab her hips and drag her down the bed, spreading her legs even wider. The beast falls still in his cage when I line my cock up with her, not even breathing as those first licks of pleasure wash over me. It's gentle rain, warm relief….

I thrust forward, driving my cock inside of her.

She cries out, my name ringing through the room.

The beast howls at the sound, fire raging where gentle rain just fell, scorching his cage to ash. I ease almost completely out of her before driving inside again, that familiar burn taking over.

Her legs wrap around my waist.

She takes everything I give her, her nails in my back urging me on.

Every hard thrust brings another pleased cry from her lips.

I savor the feel of her wrapped around me. Of hot heat and soft skin upon silk steel and raging desire. I want more, more, always more from her. Everything she has to give me.

"Trinity, baby, fuck," I groan, once again sliding almost completely out before thrusting back inside. "You're tight. Always so fucking tight." I reach down with one hand and flick my thumb across her clit, watching as her body jerks at the sensation, sucking me in even deeper.

"Tell me what you want," I whisper, rubbing my thumb back and forth across her clit as I pump my cock inside her in a deep, even rhythm. "Tell me how you want it."

"Hard," she moans without hesitation.

A growl rips from my throat, echoing in the corners of the room.

I give her what she wants, lifting her hips higher with one hand and slamming myself inside of her, hard and fast. She cries out, lifting her hips again and again to meet my thrusts.

Coherent thought skitters away, leaving behind nothing but what I've wanted since the moment she walked through my front door again. Tangled sheets, soft moans, and the slide of skin on skin. Her skin against mine. Priceless, pliable… perfection like it always is with her.

"More, more," she chants in soft, throaty moans, her body accepting everything I give her, readily, eagerly. She's a siren beneath me, around me, matching my movements thrust for thrust.

I groan again and grab her around the waist, flipping her over and lifting her ass into the air. Before she can even miss the feel of my cock sliding deep inside of her, I'm pressing myself back inside... hard steel sheathed inside of soft silk.

Grasping her hips with my hands, I hold her still beneath me, answering her pleas for more. My hips slap against her in an uncontrolled frenzy. Cries of pleasure – hers and mine – bounce around the room as I let go, let the beast take over… and let myself feel again. Her. Emotion. Sensation.

Everything I shut out in the light of day bursts free as I slam myself into her welcoming heat again and again. It's fire and ice, pleasure and pain at once. Everything the beast inside craves and rarely receives. It's me and her and the freedom to just be. Myself. Unrestrained and unbound by oaths and obligations that wind me up and leave me spinning down paths mired with pitfalls and people I protect, but don't necessarily care for.

With her, it's different.

I don't have to pretend I'm immune, unaffected, a king staring down from my throne. I don't have to be ruthless and hard, always waiting for a fucking knife in the back. With her, I get to let all that bullshit go for a little while, get lost in something pure.

Words fall from my lips, words I don't even mean to speak. I give them to her anyway, as unable as ever to hold them back from her. "You feel so good, Trinity. So good. I want – fuck, I need this. I need you." I'd never admit that to anyone else. But she isn't just anyone.

She's mine in every sense of the word.

"Need you," she moans, rocking back and forth on her hands and knees, taking me deeper each time. The arch in her back and the way her ass jiggles drives me mad.

I grab her hair into a gentle fist and tug, pulling her up onto her knees until her head rests against my chest. My mouth descends upon her skin – nipping, licking and biting even as I continue to fuck her senseless.

My breath's a jagged, burning pant in my chest, in my throat.