Free Soul Ties (Club Ties #4) by Em Petrova

like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July. Waves of pleasure struck, and she fucked his tongue for long, mind-blowing seconds. Her whole body hummed as the moment stretched.
    What felt like an eternity later, she started to come down. He mouthed her more gently, and she eased her hold on his hair. She opened her eyes and their gazes locked.
    Electricity zipped between them, and she didn’t have time to make sense of her roiling emotions before he plunged two fingers deep into her aching pussy. Her sensitive walls clutched at him, but too soon he dragged his fingers free. Cream coated his long digits, and she watched as he stuck them in his mouth.
    Sucking noisily, creases formed around his blazing eyes. “Sweet. So fucking sweet.” He dived between her legs again and thrust his tongue into her pussy, in and out until she hovered in a haze again. So close, right on the edge—
    He got to his knees. He was so big, hovering over her. But she knew he’d never hurt her. In his bed she felt totally cherished and protected.
    “I want to touch you.” She didn’t wait for permission but sat up, wrapped her arms around him, and pulled him down with her. He let her roll atop him, his eyes hooded and his lips still wet with her release.
    She skimmed her fingers over his tattooed biceps and around to his pecs. The ridges of his abs were speed bumps worthy of exploring for a whole week. But she didn’t have time. She was still burning for him, and she went right for his belt. The black leather was tooled with Hell’s Sons . His buckle bore the logo. For some reason this touched her deeply.
    Connall’s commitment, so similar to hers, wrapped her in a warm cocoon. Her throat tightened as she opened his belt and moved to his fly. His cock bulged it, making it difficult to slide down the zipper with ease.
    As each tooth vibrated through her soul, she wet her lips.
    His ragged groan made her glance up. God, he was beautiful. She wanted to touch, kiss, and lick him all over. When she reached into his boxers and pulled out his thick length, it was impossible to hold his gaze a minute longer. She had to see him—all of him.
    A mewl of desire left her, and she dropped a kiss to the plump tip. He answered with a growl and drew her hair aside to watch her. She teased a circle around the head and down the veined underside of his shaft.
    “Fuck, Sarah.”
    Spurred on by his hot groans, she licked down to his balls.
    He gripped her by the upper arms and dragged her up his body. “It’s going to be over before it starts if you keep that up. Now give me your hot fucking mouth.” He didn’t wait for her response—he leaned in and claimed it.
    A wild kiss almost bruising in its hunger. She kissed him back with everything inside her. When he flipped her beneath him again, she barely registered he’d moved her. Still kissing her, he twisted to pull off his boots. Then he kicked out his jeans and boxers.
    “You’re lucky,” he panted between the assault of kisses.
    She raked at his shoulders and turned her lips against his jaw. “Why?”
    “Because I bought a new box of condoms after seeing you that first night.”
    She went still. Slowly, she turned her head to meet his gaze. “We hardly spoke.”
    “I know. But I couldn’t get you out of my head.”
    A throaty moan left her as he returned to sucking her nipples, drawing her up the steep incline in five seconds flat. “Get that condom on,” she grated out, and he rumbled a laugh.
    He stretched an arm to the nightstand, bringing his eagle tattoo close to her face. On impulse, she traced the lines with her lips. He smelled spicy with a hint of the leather he wore like a second skin.
    She had no time to cool off—in seconds he had the condom in place and both her hands trapped above her head.
    In one smooth glide, he filled her. She cried out, writhing closer. He pinned her with his kiss and didn’t waste time. He started to move. Jerking into her hard, splitting her with a rhythm