For The Wicked (Fantasy Heights) by Meg Silver Read Free Book Online

the door, dominated the center of their room.
    Next moment, she was up against the door. Thomas put one hand to her throat, holding her in place, firm but not tightly enough to hurt, eyes adhered to her mouth.
    His other hand forced its way between her legs. He traced his fingers along her slit, and applied pressure to part her labia. She heard a hitch to his breathing when he felt how wet she already was. The breath leaked out of him, and he let go of her throat to kiss her instead, reaching down to grab her behind one knee and lift.
    With his way now clearer, he sank his ring and middle finger into her pussy. She opened her mouth against him, overwhelmed by the force and intensity of his invading fingers. The first few thrusts were not gentle. So good. He knew that scene in the quad had her appetite wide awake, and he was not afraid to take full advantage, skipping the warm-up in favor of aggression.
    On her part, she loved that she didn’t have to be coy. Finally, here was someone who matched her appetites. And she loved that the first thing Thomas did upon seeing her again was follow-through on her fantasy from the conference room. Right now, she was not in the mood for tender, intimate fulfillment. Right now she wanted him to be commanding and rough, to satisfy a savage need to be penetrated and possessed.
    She began to rock her hips. He almost immediately stopped thrusting to hold still and let her ride his fingers.
    He kissed her again, parting her lips while the pressure forming around his thick fingers began to warm and swell into a sugared ache.
    She pulled back. “Oh, God, Thomas. I’m gonna come.”
    “Yes, you will. Many times, tonight.”
    He changed tactics. He cupped his hand and began to stroke up and down inside, applying pressure to that spot just above her pubic bone. The small, slow strokes caused a deep bloom of heated sensation that turned everything south of her navel into quaky greed.
    He brought her right to the very edge, and then hardened his hand once more to drive his fingers in deep and hard. Once. Twice. On the third forceful thrust, his fingers hit a hot spot of nerves. Bright, intense pleasure broke open and she came on his hand.
    When she could think again and realized he hadn’t done his usual bit, finger-fucking her ever harder to make her come repeatedly, she began to wonder what he meant by ‘many times.’ They were in their Moroccan room, after all. And heaven only knew what sort of mayhem he might have dreamed up to carry out here tonight.
    He barely gave her time to recover. “We need to get that armor off. It’s cool to look at, but I want my Amanda.”
    She’d forgotten all about the wraith armor. A few moments’ careful peeling was all it took to free her from the helmet. The rest was mostly small appliques.
    Before they could start on those, Thomas gave her an order. “Undress me.”
    She didn’t question him. Whenever he came up with a plan for something, she always ended up enjoying every second. She knelt to untie his boots. While he stepped out of them, she stripped off his suit coat and engaged in a fair amount of scorching, intimate eye tag. After unbuttoning his shirt, she kissed his right collarbone, and then smiled at the charged sound of his exhale.
    She got down onto her knees to work at his belt, taking care to be rough with the tugging. When she glanced up at him, she found him with one brow raised into a wry angle, and a smile cutting along one cheek.
    “I know, I know,” she said. “Horrible sub.”
    The wry look softened. “Do you think that actually matters to me? I like playing the master once in a while because it turns you on. Mostly, I just want to be with you. Be around you. Be together.”
    She stood, and reached up to cup his face. She knew what would happen before it even started. Sure enough, she watched doubt and worry take hold and start pulling Thomas back inside himself, as if he feared he might have said too much.
    She could