Rule's Obsession (15 page)

She stiffened just a little, but her eyes flew open immediately and clashed with his. She looked completely shell-shocked, and he had a fleeting moment when he thought he wouldn't be able to wait to sink inside of her; Angie on her hands and knees might have to come later. He squeezed a nipple with one hand, while with the other, he threaded her hair through his fingers and lifted her face to his and stared down at her. "I want you to take your jeans off." Her eyes were glazed with passion as she blinked up at him. "Do it now.
Right now."

She hesitated, her eyes wide.

"Angie,"
he rasped in warning.

Clumsily, but immediately, her hands fell between them and she began fumbling with the button on her jeans.

A heady sense of territorial possession filled him. If he'd been a lion, he wouldn't have been able to contain his roar of triumph.

****

Angie let out a shallow pant, trying to get enough oxygen into her veins to keep her brain working. It was damn near impossible. She'd never been so turned on in her life. The tight leash of control Damian always kept on his emotions was gone, blown away like dust in the wind.

In its place was an uncompromising force that held her captivated.

Her shaking, useless fingers struggled with the button on her jeans until with a low sound of impatience, he dropped to his knees and knocked her hands out of the way. The button gave and the zipper was released and his hands landed on her hips and pushed the jeans and underwear down her legs. He lifted each leg in turn, forced the material down and off until she leaned against the door in nothing but her tangled bra.

His lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder and Angie's thoughts scattered as she felt herself exposed to him. A wave of fire spread over her and a wet heat pulsed between her thighs, softening her.

He spread the lips of her sex out and stroked her with his tongue, up and down, and again, up and down. Fire licked down her spine and a moan came from her lips. His thumb reached up and rubbed over her clit, exposing it to his hungry mouth, and his teeth bit into her, just short of pain. She caught her breath as incendiary heat flowed from her head to her toes and back again.

A rumble came from his chest as he held her open, as wide as she could possibly go, and he flattened his tongue against her, scraping it up and down, over and over until she thought she'd combust right then and there.

He released her for a moment to hiss, "Give me your hands."

Swallowing hard, obeying him without a question, she reached down and he took her hands, where he placed them on the lips of her sex. "Hold yourself open. Just like that."

A stunning arrow of arousal coalesced in the pit of her stomach from the sound of his growling demand and the position he put her in. She spread herself wide and felt the moisture from her body as it dripped down her thigh.

He reached up and cupped her breasts in the palms of his hands while she held herself open to his mouth. He rasped his tongue up and down, three, four, five times, and then took her clit between his teeth. At the same moment she felt his teeth on her clit, his thumbs rasped simultaneously across her nipples.

A blaze of fire stiffened her spine and she let out an uncontrollable whimper of need.
She needed to come.
She rocked against his mouth, the twin feelings of his fingers squeezing her nipples and the sucking motion on her clit was almost too much to bear. She moaned again and without thinking, she released herself with one hand and sank her fingers into his hair.

His mouth lifted from her and he rasped out,
"Angie."

She sucked in a breath and pulled her hand away from his hair and put it back where he demanded.

He rewarded her instantaneously with the rasp of his tongue up and down, swirling over her in a dedicated motion. She cried out, knowing she was close, and when he released one breast and brought his hand between her legs, she took a quick intake of breath.

His finger stalled at her opening and he lifted his mouth from her. "Look at me."

Angie opened her eyes and looked down and the erotic picture he made kneeling between her thighs almost did her in. She hung on a precipice as she watched him. "Don't take your eyes off me, understand?" His nostrils flared and she nodded her head in a quick little motion.

He took his finger away from her just long enough to bring it to his mouth, and with his eyes on hers, he stuck it inside his mouth, all the way to his knuckle and then brought it back out again, now glistening with warm moisture.

Her stomach clenching, waves of anticipation rushing through her, he brought it between her thighs again, ready to impale her. He squeezed her nipple in a repeated motion while she stared down at him, and as her eyes glazed, he mumbled in a roughened tone, "Make you come, baby. Want you to feel it before I fuck you."

His inflammatory words rushing through her, her eyes closed reflexively, and within seconds, much to her delight, his finger plunged inside and his teeth captured her clit and began scraping against her.

The quakes moving through her body intensified, a coil held her muscles in a tightened grip and she tingled from head to foot. His mouth lapping at her, his finger stroking in and out, and his fingers pinching her nipple with the exact, perfect pressure she needed, she exploded under his hands, waves of heat vibrating around her. Held in a fierce grip by the erotic rhythm of the powerful orgasm, it was many seconds before Angie opened her eyes and looked down.

What she saw almost unbuckled her knees. If she hadn't had the door at her back to stabilize her, she would have fallen to the ground at his feet. Damian sat on his haunches between her thighs, his mouth glistening from her juices, a feral expression stamped on his face. He released her from his intimate hold while she tried to catch her breath, but before she could, he came to his full height and swept her up into his arms.

With an arm under her back and one under her legs, he carried her over to the bed and dumped her there. As he kept his eyes trained on her without moving, he stripped himself of all clothes with harsh, economical movements. Looking back at her, he asked in a primitive, guttural voice, "Did you like that?"

Catching her breath, she could only nod her head as excitement began to build, once again, in the pit of her stomach.

As he placed a knee on the bed, he said, "That's good, baby. That's real good, because now it's my turn."

As a seductive sizzle flowed between them, Angie noticed a small difference in his demeanor and words. His motions weren't as smooth as they usually were, and he left out one small word from his sentence. The word 'okay' was missing at the end, two little syllables that would have made the sentence a question.

He wasn't asking her, he was telling her.

Before she could think much about it, her thoughts scattered as he crawled on top of her on all fours. She was flat on her back and he paused as he came over her, his knees on either side of her hips and his palms pressed flat into the mattress on either side of her head.

His gaze clung to hers, his nostrils flaring. The look in his eyes was territorial, possessive, aggressive.

He looked down and with rapid movements, he released her bra and tossed it away. A slight frown furrowed between his brows as he studied her breasts. A single finger ran over the pale swells. "Did I hurt you?"

Angie glanced down and saw his attention focused on the red lines where the elastic of her bra had bitten into her skin and left an angry mark. She hadn't even realized it was there; she'd certainly never felt any pain. "No."

His palms fell back on either side of her head and with a movement that brought his muscles into sudden prominence, he bent down and ran his tongue over the imperfection on her breast, as if to soothe her, or to make it go away. Angie was pierced with a raw arrow of pleasure. Not sexual pleasure, the emotions running through her veins were more complicated than that. She was feeling emotional pleasure from his concern.

He ran his lips up her neck and fastened them to her mouth, and he gave her a soul-destroying kiss that made her begin to question her sanity where he was concerned.

With each stroke of his tongue against hers, Angie was hit with a tingle in her stomach and a jolt to her heart. As she clung to his shoulders, arousal followed soon after. Her thighs began to tremble again and a new rush of moisture softened her.

He pulled his mouth from hers, opened his eyes and stared down at her, dragging oxygen into his lungs. As she watched him in return, her heart beat an unsteady pulse in her chest and in the secret place between her thighs.

As her blood pounded through her veins in an erratic rhythm, his features took on a dark, almost primal cast. Trying to assimilate the emotions showing on his face, she was caught unawares as his hand swooped underneath her back and he reared back on his haunches. He flipped her with only one strong arm, and she found herself face down on the mattress. Before she could get her brain functioning again, he pulled up into a position that put her on her hands and knees, his arm still wrapped around her midriff.

His hard, naked body was pressed against her back, his erection pressing into the cheeks of her buttocks. A river of unbelievable sexual heat slammed through her at the position she found herself in. She sucked in a breath and blew it out again before continuing a rhythm of breathing that was sporadic at best.

His arm felt like a vise around her waist and he leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear. He was dragging in oxygen just as harshly as she was, and unmitigated pleasure held her in its grip while she waited for his next move.

He didn't speak; she didn't think he
could
speak, he only breathed harshly next to her ear. His hand underneath her gripped her tightly and then moved to her breast and he pinched her nipple between his thumb and finger.

She cried out and he did it again. He pushed against her, his torso moving against hers in a parody of sex, and then his fingers left her nipple and slid down to her clit. He opened the fold that protected it, and then began manipulating it with his fingers, all the while breathing more harshly, the oxygen rattling in and out of his chest.

His mouth opened over the back of her shoulder and he trailed wet kisses up until he came to the place where the curve of her neck began. He licked it once, and then his teeth opened and he bit into her flesh, much as a stallion would a mare during mating. Angie let out a high-pitched sound as lightning speared through her. She began pressing her butt up toward him, unable to control the movement.

He groaned from deep in his chest and released both her clit and her neck. He reared up, and his hands landed on her hips and restrained her within his grasp.

Angie felt pressure, a huge pressure, pushing against her opening. She was ready for it. She was beyond excited, she was primed and waiting, her breath suspended as the expectation of pleasure danced through her head.

****

Damian tried with everything inside of him, not to slam into Angie. His abdominals were held in a tight configuration, his cock ready and poised to impale her. He took a breath, and pulled her by the hips until she was exactly where he needed her to be.

He pressed the head of his cock to the hot, inviting wetness between her thighs and swirled it around until every thought flew from his brain. He was driven by instinct, by the need to mate, by the need to pummel her until he exploded and his seed spread out and soaked her on the inside.

Fuck, he needed that shit now.

He took the mind-numbing pleasure he needed and sank his erection inside of her with one long, steady stroke until he bottomed out, hitting her womb and sending vibrations of pleasure down his spine that gripped him by the balls.

A harsh gravelly noise exploded inside the room and he knew it came from him. He was close to losing all control and he didn't think he cared.

He heard her moan blend with his groan, he felt her moisture all around him, and he began to stroke her body, in and out, until what little thought process he had left separated from his body and he became a purely physical animal.

With pleasure and need enticing him, egging him on, he pummeled her from behind, his rod thick and hard. Not far from orgasm, an uncontrollable, possessive streak grabbed him by the heart and his fingers sank deeper into her skin.

Unable to stop himself, he lifted her off her knees until the only thing holding her in a constant position were her hands on the mattress and his cock, nailed inside of her.

She began to let out a long, continuous wail, and at the sound of her impending release, he lost it completely. He began hammering at her harder, over and over, harder and harder, slamming into her until his world exploded in pieces around him.

As orgasm held him in its grip, he held himself still inside of her, as deeply as he could go, and let the peace and bliss that was Angie slide through his system and permeate his veins.

Finally, his heartbeat stilled. He knew she'd found her release as well, and he slid to his side, pulling her against him but refusing to extricate himself from her body.

Not yet
. He needed this feeling for a moment more; he needed to stay inside of her for just a few seconds longer. Surely that was all he'd need before he started feeling normal again.