InsatiableNeed by Rosalie Stanton Read Free Book Online

cock.
    “Ohhh baby. Should’ve known you like it rough.”
    “Shut up,” she spat. “And let me go!”
    Zeth blinked rapidly. “Umm, in case you didn’t notice,
you’re the one on top.” His lips peeled back in a sneer. “Now give me your tits
if you’re gonna do nothing but wave them in my face.”
    “I hate you.”
    His smirk stretched and he blew her a kiss. “Mutual.” He
reached between them, wrapped his hand around his erection and rubbed himself
against her dripping folds.
    Damn. She was going to melt him from the inside out.
    “If you even think of putting that thing inside me,
I’ll—” Raegan seized his wrists and forced his arms to the side of his head,
pinning them to the mattress. Then she sank down on his cock with a whimper.
“Oh God.”
    If there had been life before he’d known what she felt like,
he didn’t remember it. She was fire and ice, her tight cunt squeezing him
tightly, drawing him deep, deeper inside. For a blessed second, he forgot about
the spell. Forgot about his guilt, about O’Brien, about Jezebel, about the
nastiness that had been said and the things he’d have to face tomorrow. If her
mouth had been Heaven, then surely her pussy was Hell, and he was so much more
prone to sin than playing up virtues.
    “Raegan.” Zeth purred, thrusting upward, trying to seat
himself deeper within her. “Oh Christ .”
    They said the road to Hell was paved with good intentions.
Zeth wasn’t sure he’d ever had a grip on his intentions when it came to her.
    And right now didn’t seem a good time to try to figure out
why.

Chapter Four
     
    The look in his eyes would remain with her for as long as
she lived. It seemed so singular—so completely Zeth in a way that
rattled her insides. The blanket of awe veiling his gaze appeared so open, so
vulnerable and naked, that she couldn’t keep herself from trembling.
    She didn’t know what to do with a man who looked at her like
that.
    Her hands pressed to his chest, her breasts heaving, and his
cock was buried inside her.
    “Raegan?” he asked softly, panting.
    “Oh my God,” she squeaked; her treacherous hips rose in a
rhythm that her body didn’t know very well. Her past sexual exploits, while not
entirely unsatisfactory, had left her more or less with one signature move,
that being on her back. She’d never steered.
    “Raegan,” Zeth whispered again, his fingers sliding up her
sides until he had two handfuls of her breasts. “You…”
    If he said something about how she felt, she would die. The
look in Zeth’s eyes notwithstanding, whatever he had to say would in no way be
complimentary. So she slapped a hand over his mouth and moved to get off him—to
hobble to the door, make a second attempt to gather her shredded dignity, and
head for the proverbial hills —and instead, quite predictably, she found
herself leaning over until her breasts pressed against his chest.
    “Don’t say anything,” she murmured furiously. “Just…don’t.”
    That was it. The awed look vanished again, as though he
suddenly remembered himself. His fingers dug into her flesh and he bounced his
pelvis upward. “Well, are you gonna move or what? Don’t tell me you make the boy do all the work.”
    Yeah. That was exactly the sort of thing she hadn’t wanted
to hear.
    “What can I say?” She choked back a gasp at the feel of his
length sliding out of her. She sucked in a breath and hovered over him, her
vaginal walls wrapped around his tender head. “You just don’t do it for me.”
    Given how loudly she moaned when she sank back onto his
cock, her words likely didn’t carry the punch she intended. But for the spark
of insecurity that flashed across his face, a shiver of satisfaction—that was
not at all chased by guilt, no siree —raced down her spine.
    It lasted for only a second. Zeth’s uncertainty melted into
a sneer, and he slipped a hand between them, his thumb rubbing her where they
were joined. “Oh, I dunno, Raegan. Feels like