His gaze darkened. “I’m usually a patient man.”
Christian strutted towards me, opened shirt and all.
I scurried up onto the bed, leaning back on my elbows when he leaned forward. Hands singed my waist. “But ever since you said I love you, all I can think about is ripping your clothes off and branding you as mine.”
Warmth spread down to my core.
Lifting my head, my lips brushed against his when I mumbled, “I love you.”
A deep rumble from his chest. “Tell me to stop.”
I tugged the shirt off his body. “Never.”
Christian devoured my lips. He took my tongue, bit, and licked and swallowed while I tried catching him.
My nails raked down his chest, busying myself with the buckles of his pants. “I want you.”
He groaned then ripped my dress.
“You realize,” he pulled down my bra and sucked on a tit. My head fell back against the bed. “You have a…problem.”
He flicked my other nipple with his tongue while I writhed beneath him.
“Your clothes fucking bother me.”
“You could ask me nicely to take them off,” I moaned when our gazes locked and Christian seductively licked my left nipple like it was ice cream.
“That wouldn’t be fun,” he repeated the same action with the other and my whole body jumped at the burning sensation tingling in my core.
He kissed down lower until he was right at the apex.
“I think you’re crazy.”
He pushed my left leg onto his shoulder and wasted no time by thrusting a finger inside of me. “I’m not doing this properly if you can talk.”
I felt so full of him.
He was an expert at what he did. Being precise in how he took care of me.
In. Out. In. Out.
The sound of my wet juices coating three of his fingers made me hot.
His tongue quickly followed, and he ate me out.
Ibellowed off the bed. Completely and insanely putty with him.
Moans escaped my lips in sacrilegious sounds.
My orgasm came quick and hard—taking me by complete surprise.
Christian didn’t stop his pleasurable torture and I had to push his head away from how sensitive it got.
“We’re not done yet,” he wiped a hand over his mouth before undoing the belt I didn’t finish taking off.
I squeezed my thighs together—all sticky and wet while I watched him strip for me.
Thick, muscular thighs that could kill someone.
