Revenge by Meli Raine Read Free Book Online

exactly where I need to be. Nothing but touch. Taste. Sound. Sight.
    Him .
    I run my palms up both sides of his body, startin g at his hips and r ac ing up his ribs, to his shoulders, then down his back. He’s layered and contoured, ropy and cut . Powerful muscles rest, coiled and ready, beneath skin lightly peppered with hair. I could lie beneath him for the rest of my life, ensconced in his heat and energy, and be fulfilled.
    Thank goodness I don’t have to settle for only that.
    Mark’s hands roam like mine. We take our time, being tender with each other. Three years ago I was too shy, too skittish to be fully naked with him. He was too gentlemanly to push me. We’re more vulnerable and truly naked than we’ve ever been with each other before.
    Which suits us well.
    He’s so primal, like a hunter. His mouth seeks mine, then dips to my neck, my collar bone, my breasts. Seeking whatever he needs, he’s so gentle. This is new for me, this stretch of skin against skin. I move my leg and his thick erection rubs against my hip. The potential of what’s to come fills me with a wet anticipation.  
    A n urge I’ve never felt before takes over . It’s ripe and ready and bursting. I need him in me. I need my legs wrapped around him, his body over mine, thrusting and joining and—
    He slides down my torso, his mouth making a trail of kisses down to my hip.
    Then without a word, Mark parts my legs and gives me a very different kind of kiss.
    My breath hitches and a million thoughts swirl through my mind, the first of which is full-on embarrassment. Does he...what is he...do I taste okay...do I...?
    And then I arch up as his tongue takes me to places inside myself I didn’t know could feel this .
    “Oh, God,” I murmur, my hands instinctively threading through his hair.
    “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, Carrie,” Mark says softly. His hot exhale tickles my inner thigh. The steady stream of sensations tie my synapses into gossamer strands that float on his breath. I am nothing but time itself. I’ve become the seconds of pure want that await his touch.  
    Carrie ceases to exist.
    I am jus t whatever he finds of me at the end of his fing e rtips, his tongue, his mastery. Who I am dissolves into a mist. I wait to be re-imagined and recreated after shattering into a million tiny pieces and letting our love bring me back.
    And then he moves, his mouth knowing exactly how to splinter me with a divine ecsta s y. My legs widen as his hands slide under my ass. He cups me and lifts, the angle so perfect. I’m frozen. Do I move? Do I say something?
    I tighten my grip on his silky hair and he slows his pace. The feeling is like velvety luxury, like I’m being savored from the inside out. His goal is my pleasure. Mark’s touch is pure selflessness. All he does is for me.  
    And I freeze again.
    “Carrie?” he says, sitting up, sliding along my torso and coming to me for a kiss. His lips and tongue taste like me, and I smile. He smiles. We’re kissing, mouths slanted against each other, and we’re smiling.
    It’s pure bliss.
    “You tensed up,” Mark says, pulling back, his forehead touching mine. His hand caresses my breast and everything is perfect.
    “I...this is new.”
    He nods.
    “Yes. Please. Please let me. I want you to feel everything, Carrie. Years ago, all I wanted was to be with you. I t’s all I want now. Let me show you how much pleasure I can give you. Let’s just let the world not be here. Let’s just be real with each other. No pretense. No fears. No past. J ust the now. Just this. Just you ,” he says as his hand reaches lower, his other arm embracing me.
    His fingers dance and play, sending music through my body like my blood is the melody . I move against his hand, my face tipped into his shoulder. I fight the urge to bite him. I lick his skin instead as he brings me close, so close to climax. I moan against him, unable to speak now.
    “ I’ve wanted to feel you against me like this for