The 13th Guest by Rebecca Royce Read Free Book Online

did. He wished he could bottle it so he could have it all the time.
    Damek wanted to make her smile all the time.
    Circling her belly button with his thumb, he let his gaze roam her body. Her breasts were more than a handful, but perfect for her tall frame. Her stomach, flat with just a touch of curve around her hips. She made his mouth water. He wanted his tongue where his thumb played.
    Bending over, he licked her. She tasted sweet and salty, his favorite combination, like cherries and salt-water taffy at the same time. She giggled, and he lifted his head.
    “Something funny?” Laughter had not been what he had been going for.
    She pinched his shoulder. “You tickled me.”
    “Oh. You’re ticklish.” He grinned, he’d have to remember that. Later. For now, he wanted her moaning and begging, not squirming away from him.
    “Yes. I can’t help it.”
    “That’ll be good to know.” He rolled her over, exposing her ass. He bent over and bit it.
    “Oh!” Her voice sounded breathy. “You’re bad, aren’t you?”
    “I’m just playing with you, sweetheart. As I told you, this is going to go on for a while. I can touch as much of your body as I want. For as long as I want.”
    She shivered. He grinned. He pulled her back up against his stomach and trailed his finger from her chin to her pussy. Heat radiated from her core as he slipped one finger inside of her. He was so hard he might explode just from wanting her. Elation warred with control, making him shake. “You understand that I’m going to bring you to the brink of coming several times, don’t you?”
    “You are?” Her voice sounded hoarse.
    “Yes.” When her muscles clenched around his hand, he shuddered. Pleasuring her the way he wanted proved difficult. His cock jumped to attention, and he wanted to plunge inside of her until he spilled himself over and over again.
    “Damek.” His name sounded like a prayer on her lips.
    With a flick of his fingers, he moved from inside her pussy to her clit. The small bundle of nerves swelled to attention. He stroked gently at first but rapidly picked up his pace until she panted, her head coming to rest on his shoulder as if her neck could no longer support its weight. Yes, this was what he wanted, what he needed.
    “You like it, don’t you? You want me to stroke you like that.”
    She nodded. “More please. But you can’t be getting anything out of this.”
    He took her hand and placed it on his cock. “Feel what I’m getting from it.”
    Amelia squeezed the top of his shaft.
    He hissed in his breath. “Do that again, and I won’t be able to wait until I get inside of you.”
    He tweaked her clit and her knees buckled.
    She closed her eyes. “You are a bad, bad man.”
    “And you crave it.”
    He bit down on her shoulder. He wanted to mark her all over her body. Heat flooded his blood. That way when he looked at her tomorrow he would see evidence that this really happened on her skin. Markings for everyone else to take note of.
    He stroked and pulled until she quivered around him. Finally, she called out his name, warm liquid surging around his hand while he played with her clit. Tears sprang from her eyes. He leaned over to kiss them away. Her eyes were half-lidded, a flush over her skin. He’d never forget the site.
    His cock throbbed and his balls hardened to the point of pain. Damek pulled her into his arms. Her eyes were dazed, and she smiled up at him.
    “I can’t believe I came that hard, just around your hand.”
    “That’s nothing, beautiful.” He positioned himself to enter her. Reaching over, he opened the drawer next to the bed. As he’d suspected, fate, or Myron, hadn’t let him down. A box of condoms awaited him. He pulled one out and rolled it on. “I’m going to get you so hot that you come over and over again. By the end of tonight, that first one will be a distant memory.”
    “You know, I think with most men that would be an exaggeration, but with you I actually believe