Fleeing Fate by Anya Richards Read Free Book Online

for his response, she pulled his shirt free
from his pants. He grabbed her shoulders and she stilled, looked up to meet his
gaze.
    “No. Tell me.”
    Leaning forward, she circled one nipple with the tip of her
tongue, sighing with pleasure as it grew even tighter, and Jakuta’s skin
rippled beneath her teasing fingers. When she spoke her mouth was a
hairsbreadth away from his body, and she knew he would feel the words as a cool
breeze on his damp flesh.
    “I promised myself to find freedom tonight, even if it were
the very last thing I did.” Closing her eyes, she dragged her lips back and
forth over his chest before resting them over his rapidly beating heart. “I
never knew it would be so incredible.”
    His fingers found her chin, lifted it so she could meet his
sparking, searching gaze. “Be sure of what you’re doing, Gràinne. I don’t want
to take advantage of your confusion.”
    She laughed softly, curling her hands around so she could
squeeze the tight muscles of his ass. “I’m not confused about what I want. Will
you make me beg? I don’t mind, if it’ll help.” Releasing him, she sat back,
aware of the way her blouse sagged open, the cool air of the room swirling
around her breasts, the inferno of his gaze on her face. Reaching down, she
unsnapped her jeans, slowly lowered the zipper as she whispered, “Kiss me,
Jakuta. Suck my nipples. Touch me everywhere, lick me with that hot, sweet
tongue until I scream with bliss. Let me touch and kiss and suck you in
return—”
    He didn’t give her a chance to finish what she was saying.
Knocking her legs apart, he stepped between them, his mouth coming down on hers
with desperate force. His grip was rough as he pulled her to the edge of the
chair and flattened her body against his.
    Passion exploded through her, and Gràinne clutched him just
as roughly, rocking her hips, grinding her pussy against his rock-hard cock,
damning the clothing keeping her from being skin-to-skin with him. Plunging her
hands beneath his shirt, she curled her nails into the straining muscles of his
back, holding him as close as possible while he ravaged her mouth. Her head
spun, her body grew blazing hot and liquid, as though lava flowed where blood
should be.
    With unsteady but determined hands he pushed her blouse off
her shoulders, and she let go her grip on him only long enough to quickly slide
her arms free. He broke their kiss and she murmured her displeasure, trying to
find his mouth again. It trailed to her neck, making her head tip back, racking
her with shivers, her mind going blank to everything but the deliciousness of
his hands, mouth, body.
    When his lips closed over one nipple, Gràinne arched with
shock and dug her fingers into his hair, the cry of pleasure rising in her
throat choked to silence by the enormity of the sensations. Heat and dampness,
seductive swirls of his tongue, the sharp nip of teeth, strong fingers
squeezing and molding her flesh all bombarded her, sending her into a frenzy of
need.
    Vaguely she was aware of his hand on first one foot and then
the other, the removal of her ankle boots. Letting her nipple slide from his
mouth, Jakuta grabbed her by the waist and heaved.
    Gràinne gasped in surprise as her ass left the seat. His
mouth found her ear and he said, “Take off your pants.”
    It wasn’t a suggestion, and Gràinne shuddered at the
commanding tone.
    “Oh Goddess.” It came out as an almost silent moan, but she
didn’t hesitate to follow his order. Twisting in his arms first one way then
the other, she pushed the jeans down as far as she could, her panties tangling
with them and going too.
    “Good girl.” His croon sent another jolt of near-orgasmic
pressure through her. She hung on to his shoulders, rubbing her breasts against
the unyielding wall of his chest, wanting to wrap her legs around him,
frustrated and almost mindless with lust.
    “For the Goddess’ sake.” She dug her nails into his flesh in
emphasis. “I need