Page 117 of Fractured Fate

His fingers traced a path across her hips, along where her leg creased at her pelvis. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, eyes trained on the pink, bare, swollen flesh glistening with arousal below a faint dusting of red hair.

When he finally allowed himself to have a taste of what he had yearned for since the night they slept together, a shiver ran down his spine. The sweet flavor of pineapple cake, much like the scent he’d grown accustomed to, burst across his tongue.

With his tongue pressed flat, he traced it over her slit, indulging in the irresistible sweetness that left his mind in a blissful haze. He flicked the tip of his tongue across her swollen clit, making her hips rise off the bed as she cried out, hands grasping into his hair and gripping with force, making him grunt.

To keep her still while he enjoyed her to his heart’s content, he wrapped one arm over her trembling thigh and the other around her hip to press his palm to her lower belly. He angled his thumb down and toyed with her clit while he moved down, sucking her sensitive folds into his mouth in small increments until he reached her entrance.

She panted, moaning as she tried to grind her hips against his face, but his hold kept her still as he eased the tip of his tongue inside her, consuming the most potent source of her essence.

“Aiden, I need more,” she whined, her hands falling away from his hair to squeeze the covers at her side.

He lifted his head to find not only her face flushed, but her chest had taken on a splotchy red tone. The sight made him grin. He loved making a mess of her.

Tightening his grip on her thigh, he continued the torturously slow circling of his thumb on her clit as he turned his head and sucked the flesh of her inner thigh into his mouth.

She let out a garbled sound that made his leaking cock twitch in impatience to get inside her. His teeth sank into her skin in response to the sound, and she wailed so loud he was glad her parents weren’t in the house.

“Fuck. Shit.” Her breath shuddered as he detached. “Fuck.” Her back arched when he bit again, crying out, “Fuck me, Aiden!”

It amazed him how crass her language became when lust overwhelmed her. Not that he minded it. Her losing all filters, allowing herself to surrender to her baser needs and instincts, gave him deep satisfaction. He longed to succumb to his instincts the same way, but he refused to harm her.

His tongue ran over the fresh mark on her thigh, soothing the sting he must have left behind.

Moving off the bed, he slipped his boxers off, freeing his aching cock, which twitched when she licked her lips. Her lust-drunk gaze locked on the leaking head. He didn’t think she realized she was leaning toward it.

He gripped the base of his shaft and stepped forward to the side of the bed. Her gaze snapped up to his, and he gave her a lazy smile.

His knees buckled and hit the side of the bed when she surged forward, swallowing the head of his cock into her warm mouth. He didn’t expect her to go for it so fully. She scrambled up onto her knees, one hand pushing his away from his shaft and taking its place, the other hand moving to grip his hip.

Watching her sink lower on his cock, his eyes drank in the sight of her hourglass figure bent in front of him on the bed, her knees tucked beneath her, her small feet the only thing visible past her rounded backside. He wanted to sink his fangs into the plush flesh. He groaned at the mental image while she swirled her tongue around the head as she withdrew.

Glassy, striking green eyes looked up at him, lips swollen and begging to be kissed. “I need,” she started, her cheeks becoming rosier before she flicked her gaze down, falling silent.

He curled his finger beneath her chin, lifting her face to look at him. “Tell me what you need, Kitten. It’s yours.” Anything she wanted; he would give her anything within his power. He didn’t know what was happening to him—why he felt the driving urge to handle her the way he did—but he didn’t want to stop.

He couldn’t stop.

Instead of speaking, she lowered her mouth back down over his shaft, her mouth open in a way that gave no suction. Her nails dug into his hip as she pulled him forward, pushing his cock farther into her mouth. Her gaze darted up to his as she gave another tug on his hips. A shudder ran through his body when he realized what she was asking for.

Both of his hands cupped her cheeks, holding her on him. “Tap my hip if you need me to stop,” he said, barely able to hold back the growl working its way through his chest to his throat. Her hummed response vibrated through his shaft, making it pulse and leak against her tongue.

He dropped his right hand and curled the left into the mess of curls clipped to the back of her head.

Starting slowly, he eased her forward down his length, testing how far she could go. When she made a small sound of discomfort, he lessened the depth and held her still, letting her get used to the feeling. The apprehension didn’t last long. As she accommodated to the thickness in her mouth, he increased not only the pace, but the force he applied to the back of her head.

Her moans, and the squirming of her hips, spurred him on. He knew she could handle it. Her movements and moans showed she enjoyed it.

The sounds she made as she slurped his cock like her favorite candy made him curl his toes into the carpet. Her nails biting into his flesh, breaking the skin, ignited his blood. The marks would heal soon, and the reality disappointed him. He wanted to carry her marks as much as he wanted her to carry his.

“Fuck, Kitten. This feels incredible.” His hand tightened on her hair, and she moaned against his shaft, sending a vibration through him that almost made him come. “I have to stop, or I won’t be able to bury myself deep inside of you, and I need to do that.” He tugged her head back off his length, and she sat back on her feet, her hands dropping to her thighs.

Tendrils of flaming red curls hung around her face and stuck to her sweat slicked neck and forehead, fallen from the hair clipped on her head. Her parted lips looked swollen and red. Her chin glistened with the remnants of drool where she lost herself to giving him control.

She looked breathtaking. Debauched, marked, needy.

Before he could say anything, she crawled across the bed, lowered her chest to the covers, and then turned her head sideways on the pillow. With her back arched, knees planted on the bed, her backside swayed in the air, revealing her swollen lower lips to him. The silky arousal that he savored before now coated her bare core, inviting him for another taste.

He cursed to himself. “You tell me if it’s too much.” His instincts flared to life, making those words come out guttural and strained. “This is all for you. You control this. Do you understand?”