Rhyannon Byrd - Primal Instinct 04 (30 page)

“I’m not done,” he grunted, just in case she got the
wrong idea and stopped, thinking he’d come—but she didn’t question him about
what had happened…or pull away. He spread his legs and she slipped between
them, managing to work another inch into her hot little mouth. Reaching down,
Aiden tangled both hands in the damp strands of her hair, pulling it away from
her face so that he could watch her, the slick, wet suction breaking him down,
destroying him.

“Wrap your hands around the base,” he groaned, each
word punctuated by a hard, gasping breath. “I need to push, but don’t want to
go too far.”

She understood, sliding her hands down to the thick
root, and his hips surged up, thrusting his cock past those lush, tender lips.
Aiden had already known that it was too good for him to take much more, that he
was pushing his control, and then she flicked her smoky gaze up to his face,
her heavy-lidded eyes dark with pleasure, as if she was actually getting off on
going down on him, and he almost lost it. “Stop,” he growled, tugging on her
hair, only seconds away from coming. “Liv. Stop!”

She pulled away, but not far, her shiny lips hovering
over the dark, moist head of his shaft, her warm breath brushing against him as
she said, “I don’t want to stop. I want you to finish in my mouth.”

“Next time,” he snarled. “Next time I’ll do whatever
the hell you want. But right now I just need to be in you.”

Instead of giving her time to argue, Aiden burst into
action. Within seconds he had their positions reversed, her jeans unsnapped,
unzipped and wrenched down her legs, along with a tiny pink pair of panties.
Then he spread her legs, his chest working like a bellows as he knelt between
her pale thighs, his burning gaze riveted on that sweet piece of flesh nestled
beneath soft strawberry curls. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how
perfect, but the words were jammed up in his throat and he couldn’t get them
out. All he could do was make a rough purring sound that vibrated in his chest
as he dug his hands into those soft white thighs, leaned down and licked the
thick, juicy seam of her sex, working her open with his tongue. Hot, honeyed
moisture wet his mouth, and he nearly cried with relief.

“You’re ready,” he grunted, mounting her, his hard
thighs shoving her legs wider.

“Aiden…a condom?” she gasped, her damp palms clutching
his biceps, her short nails digging deliciously into his skin as she arched
beneath him.

“Shit. Right. Sorry,” he muttered. Lust had obviously
fried his friggin’ brain, and as he reached for his bag at the foot of the bed,
rooting in the side pocket for a rubber, he could only shake his head at
himself. What had happened to the hard, detached bastard who never let anything
get under his skin? Who never let anything or anyone rattle his composure? He
didn’t know. All he knew was that he was treading into treacherous territory
with each hard, ragged breath jerking from his lungs, but he didn’t care.

Refusing to whine like a pathetic loser, Aiden
concentrated instead on the white-hot goddess sprawled before him, so perfect
and sweet and gorgeous, he couldn’t understand what she was doing there with a
twisted, screwed-up jackass like him. But he wasn’t going to question it. Later
he could bitch and moan about things that could never be, but right now he was
going to wallow in bliss and pretend, for a few stolen moments, that he could
have everything he wanted.

With the condom firmly in place, he ran his hands up
the smooth surface of her inner thighs, over the graceful curve of her hips,
until his fingers were resting against the soft, velvety skin of her stomach.
“You have no idea how bad it’s been hurting, waiting to get you like this.”

“It’s been hurting me, too,” she whispered, her lips
curved in a provocative smile, her nipples thick and hard beneath her sweater.
She wanted him, and the knowledge made Aiden want to roar with primal
satisfaction. It also made him desperate as hell. Grasping handfuls of her
sweater, he wrenched the soft wool up the sensual line of her torso, his only
moment of caution when he slipped it over her head and carefully pulled the
sweater down her injured forearm. Her bra quickly followed, and the sight of
her naked breasts nearly killed him. Just about stopped his heart.

He was, by some miracle of biology, even harder than
before. And his control was completely shot. He couldn’t think, couldn’t
breathe. And he sure as hell couldn’t stop.

One second he was rubbing his tongue against a sweet,
berry-red nipple, stroking the head of his cock through her pink, slick folds,
and in the next, he was driving in too hard, too deep, too quickly. She cried
out, stiffening beneath him, and Aiden silently cursed himself for being so
careless. He had to remember what she was. Human. Breakable. And he was an
animal who liked to play rough.

“Damn it,” he rasped, while the rawest, most intense
wave of pleasure he’d ever experienced scraped down his nerve endings, just from
being inside her. A part of her. It all but turned him inside out, and he
struggled to hold himself still. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to do that.”

“You just caught me by surprise, but it’s okay,” she
whispered, running her soft fingertips down the hot sides of his face, the
tender touches so at odds with the sharp, visceral urges twisting him up
inside, demanding satisfaction. “Trust me, Aiden. Okay doesn’t even begin to
cover it.”

The way she moaned those husky words pushed him
further over the edge, shoving him into that dark, feral place that was all
hunger and craving and lust, and he found himself pulling back, then lunging
back in with a hard, hammering thrust that nearly took him to the root.
“S-sorry,” he groaned against the side of her throat, bracing himself on his
elbows. “Sorry. It just…it keeps getting away from me. You okay?”

“Better than okay,” she gasped, her pale fingers
digging into his shoulders as she arched against him in a sweet, sensual act of
submission that drove him out of his mind. He pushed himself up on his arms and
pulled his hips back again, until only the head of his cock remained snugged up
inside her. Then he looked down between their bodies, staring at the way he
stretched her open as he fed himself back into her, inch by inch, her
glistening flesh straining around him. She was so beautiful it dazed him, as if
he’d been slammed by some metaphysical hammer upside his head. He tried to drag
in air. Couldn’t. But hell, who needed air anyway? All he needed was this. Liv
pinned beneath him, her pale body naked and held wide open to him. His cock
buried hard and deep in that most precious, succulent part of her, clasped
tight in the cushioned depths of her body, where she was liquid and melting and
soft.

“It’s too good,” he panted, pulling back…thrusting,
riding her hard…harder, pumping into her, the heavy rhythm shoving her across
the carpeted floor. “I need more,” he growled. “Need all of you.”

And she gave it to him, a total surrender of self that
made his brain melt down. His eyes burned, his throat, his muscles and skin and
blood, his body sweat-slick and heavy as he moved over her, stirring her up
inside, forcing her to take more of him with each grinding, slamming thrust.
Rough, animalistic sounds jerked from his throat as she clutched him, pumping
her hips up to meet him, making him crazed. He’d been so terrified that when
this moment came, the beast would be doing everything it could to claw its way
out of him. But for the moment, the creature was as dazed as he was. It purred
with pleasure, drunk on lust, moving with him, beneath his skin, as desperate
for her as the man. He growled as another thick burst of fluid pulsed from his
body, into the condom, and he buried himself deep, shuddering against her, his
breath jerking from his lungs in sharp, violent gasps.

She blinked up at him, curious, waiting to see what he
would do.

“Not done with you,” he muttered, barely managing to
force out the rough, guttural words. He started moving again in hard, heavy
lunges, loving the way he had to work against her body’s natural resistance,
fighting to get inside her. “This isn’t over till you come for me, Liv.”

A flare of panic chased away the pleasure blush
burning in her cheeks, her small white teeth sinking into her lower lip. She
was so easy to read like this, her emotions blazing up at him, bright as the
stars in a winter sky. He could see her self-doubt, the shades of
self-consciousness that had always made her too tense to enjoy sex. To just let
herself go. On the one hand Aiden was outraged that she’d been denied something
so many others took for granted, while on the other, there was a part of him
that was savagely thrilled by the fact that no other man had ever been able to
break through her walls and make her shatter for him.

“Why don’t you see it?” He rode her with a slow,
deliberate rhythm, seeking out all those inner sweet spots that made her
tremble and gasp when he rubbed against them, whipping her into a frenzy.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Liv. Every part of you. Inside and out.”

“I’m not, but it’s…it’s sweet that you think so.”

His mouth twitched with a crooked smile. “I’m not
sweet.” The smile fell, his emotions roiling, surging from one extreme to the
other with dizzying speed. “And I’m still furious with you for not listening to
me today. I’ll never forget what it felt like when I realized you were gone. It
scared the hell out of me.”

“It scared me, too.” She lifted her hand again, touching
the side of his face. “But I knew you’d come for us, Aiden. I knew you’d do
everything that you could to save us.”

It made him feel desperate, the way she gazed up at
him. For a moment he almost thought there was a warm glow of trust shimmering
there in the liquid depths of her eyes. A glimmer of faith. And something even
sweeter, richer, that he couldn’t put a name to. But he shook it off, figuring
he must be mad. Hell, it wasn’t as if there was enough blood left in his brain
for rational thought, anyway.

“Watch it, Liv.” His voice was a dark, grating slash
of command as he gripped her behind her knees and said, “Watch it go in.”

The color in her face burned even brighter, but she
lifted herself onto her elbows, doing as he said. His name fell from her lips
in a soft, stuttering whisper that slipped under his skin, burning through the
center of his body.

“Look how deep you take it.” He spread her wider,
unable to get enough of how tight she was. How hot and wet and lush. “Sexiest
thing I’ve ever seen, the way you’re just swallowing me up. I want you to tell
me how it feels.”

Her heavy, luminous gaze flew up to his face.
“Wh-what?”

“Don’t think,” he rasped, breathless. “Just talk. I’ve
never…never asked a woman to talk to me before, but I love the sound of your
voice. I want it filling my head while I’m filling your body.”

She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a shy,
shaky gasp. Aiden slammed deep, then held there, rubbing against the sweet,
swollen knot of her clit. Waiting. Teasing. Tormenting. Determined to get what
he wanted. “I don’t move till you talk.”

“You can’t do that!”

His chest shook with a deep, husky bark of laughter.
“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you think that’s being a little
m-manipulative?” she stammered, licking her bottom lip.

“Probably,” he conceded without an ounce of remorse.
“But I need to hear it, Liv. And I know you can do it. Any woman who can come
in here the way you did and demand I let her suck me off has enough courage to
tell me what it feels like when I’m fucking her.”

It was a physical pain to keep it slow, fighting
against the intense, primal demands of his body so that he could keep himself
from coming. Not yet, damn it. Not until she’d given him what he needed.

“It feels hot,” she finally whispered, her face bright
red. “F-full.”

Shuddering, Aiden pulsed inside her, his beast
beginning to prowl the confines of his body with restless, predatory
aggression. “Keep going,” he growled, fighting to hold the animal at bay.

“Thick. And d-deep.”

He made a rough sound in his throat. “You want it
deeper?”

Her eyes grew heavy and she nodded, pulling her lower
lip through her teeth, the simple gesture inherently sensual. Impossibly
erotic. And that was before the wild woman rose back up inside her and she
said, “I want you to take me, Ade. As hard and as deep as you can.”

He would have thrown back his head and roared with
triumph if he hadn’t been working so hard to keep it together. After all, it
wasn’t every day that a guy got the sweet, impossibly shy Olivia Harcourt to
talk dirty to him. He didn’t want to think about what his face must look like,
the raw, savage intensity of his hunger for her no doubt cut into the grim lines
of his expression, but she wasn’t cringing. Wasn’t shying away. She was
glowing, as if some bright, incandescent light was burning beneath her skin.

“You’re wet enough for me to get in the last few
inches. But they’re the…thickest part.” The grittiness of his voice betrayed
his need. “Your call. Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me. I…I want them, Aiden. I want all
of you. Everything that you have,” she panted, falling back to the floor as he
loomed over her, his fingers biting into the backs of her knees. He took her at
her word, slowly working his broad shaft into her. Deeper…then deeper still.