Castles Burning Part Two by Nicole Ryan Read Free Book Online Page B

beautiful, and aside from pubic hair, his light skin had hardly any body hair, I reached out to touch his smooth chest. I’d never been with a man like Dean Cross, normally I was drawn to large men, tall and broad who could lift me easily, who could possibly hurt me if they wanted to, but I was attracted Dean Cross to my very core. We were like two magnets. All the foreboding that was bottled in such an unexpectedly powerful package, outside he didn’t look dangerous, or powerful, but he was and that frightened and excited me.
    I took my bottom lip between my teeth and quirked my finger at him, he leaned toward me and I kissed him as if I were sucking the last bit of juice from a peach, pushing all of the emotions that threatened to ruin my first day of freedom to the back of my mind. I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and pulled on it hard, letting it slip between them; he was staring into my eyes and as I bit down a little harder, this ignited the twin onyx, they blazed wildly at me, his brows closing in on one another. I dug my hands into his hair and pressed against him, kissing him hungrily again. 
    He pulled me to him with a low growl that seemed to reverberate through my rib cage and I put one of my hands over his that was grasping my left thigh just below my ass; I lifted my knee and dug my nails into his hand. He squeezed harder at my cue instantly, as if he could read my mind, and I let my head slip back again as his nails clawed down my thigh like tiny razors. He kissed my throat and I moaned when his teeth grazed my chin and he sucked hard just below my jaw, I pressed myself against him ardently.
    “Please.” I whispered against his lips as they sought to cover every inch of me with tender kisses.
    I shifted my eyes to his as the steam made my head feel light and he slipped his fingers between my labia torturously slow, my left nipple captured between his teeth. He moved his fingers slowly, he was so gentle, but I didn’t want soft and gentle. I placed my hand on the side of his face, his hair was dripping, condensation had collected like morning dew around his lips, and he was mouthwatering. I was almost shaking as he dragged his eyes to mine and I told him everything in my mind. I begged him to grab me, to choke me, to throw me around the hard wet hard floor and fuck me until not a muscle in my body could function.
    I put my hands over his as they held me, and slowly I slid his hands up, and over my newly flat stomach, over my breasts and nipples that had been teased into hardness. I lifted them with mine over my head, against the cool glass wall, not letting my eyes stray from his. He quickly placed one hand around both of my wrists again as if he was reading my mind. His other hand rested on the back of my neck; his thumb gently stroking my jaw. He was looking down at my face, his beautiful features darkened with passion. I swallowed before nodding my head slowly, wiling him to keep going, I ground my hips against his and lifted my thigh that was between his legs to press my silky thigh against his balls and rub them gently.
    Dean’s hand left my face, and I felt it join the other hand at my wrists, I pressed my hips against him again, his eyes were locked on mine as he slid his hands down my arms, over my breasts, squeezing them together so he could take both of my nipples into his mouth, and then he sucked hard, sending a shock of pain through me. I moaned loudly as I watched him grin wickedly at me, releasing my breasts slowly, sliding his hands up to my throat. My breathing picked up as his hands splayed around the base of my neck and pressed firmly on my collarbone; I sank down before him, my hands in front of me. I took his penis into my hands, and kissed his head before fully taking it into my mouth, and swirling my tongue around on him while I slid my hands up and down his shaft.
    He looked down at me, his forehead resting on his forearm against the glass, reverence and lust poured out of