Free Most Wanted - A Fantasy Romance Novel (The Shadow Blade Series) by E.L Friel

like this, loved the feeling of her surrender.
    He kicked open
the door to his bedroom and set her down. Her arms were still around his neck
and he pushed her backwards against the wall. His hands roamed her body, feeling
her breasts swelling beneath his touch, the little murmurs of pleasure as he
squeezed softly. He squeezed harder and she threw her head back gasping.
    He dipped his
head and pulling her breast free from its lace barrier he took a nipple between
his teeth and started to suck. She hardened beautifully against his lips, her
fingernails digging into his shoulders, and he started to suck harder, his
tongue tracing quick circles. She let out a cry.
    Reaching between
her shoulder blades, he undid her bra, continuing to suck on her deliciously
hard nipples, curving his tongue around them and nipping with his teeth. He
tossed the bra to the floor and cupped her breasts with his hands instead,
enjoying their fullness. Ariel fisted his hair and held him in place as he
caressed every inch of her body, kissing her navel and her ribs, wanting to
taste every part of her. Her breathing was coming in gasps and he couldn’t wait
to get his tongue between her legs and taste her there, hear her cries when he
sucked on her clitoris.
    Jax glanced up
and saw her, leaning against the wall, her head flung back in abandon, her eyes
half-closed and her teeth biting on that full bottom lip and the thought
crossed his mind that he had never been with a woman as beautiful in his life.

 
 
    Ariel wasn’t
going to give him the satisfaction of crying out again. But it was hard as he
seemed to know instinctively how to touch her, how hard to bite and where to
stroke until her knees felt like they were going to give way.
    It was her turn
to do the same to him, to have him turn to putty in her hands. Despite how good
it felt to have him sucking on her nipples and caressing her breasts, she
pulled him off her. He made a grunt of protest but she pushed him until the
backs of his knees bashed the bed and then she shoved him down hard onto the
mattress. He landed with a thunk and her eyes fell to his erection, pressing
insistently against his boxers. ‘Take them off,’ she told him.
    ‘You first,’ he
said, a line of irritation creasing between his eyes.
    Ariel was still
wearing her jeans. She took a step backwards and considered him; the hunger in
his eyes, the rigid, inviting length of him outlined against the white of his
boxers. His gaze skirted over her body, every bit as warm as his touch, and she
saw the flaming desire in them. She had him just where she wanted him. He had
thought he was the one in control but he wasn’t.
    Keeping her eyes
on him the whole time, watching his reaction, she kicked off her shoes and then
slid her jeans off. He was holding his breath, biting down on his lip. His
erection swelled against his boxers. She was wearing black lace underwear. As
his eyes took her in, running the length of her, she felt a rush of wetness
between her legs and a sweet ache starting to build inside her. She frowned at
herself. Too fast. She was going to make Jax Sayer beg for her first.
    He stood then,
towering over her, and took off his boxers. Ariel stared at his manhood,
standing glistening and proud and felt lost for words. He was huge. Her stomach
flipped in anticipation and her muscles contracted tight at the thought of him pushing
into her, coming inside her. Blood pulsed hot, her breasts felt heavy and
aching, and she could feel herself becoming wetter.
    She stepped
closer, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her nipples so hard they were
starting to hurt. His hand came possessively around her waist, pulling her
closer against the rock hardness of his chest. His cock rubbed against her
stomach. She lifted her thigh and he cupped her knee and drew her leg around
his hip. He dipped his head then and kissed the length of her collarbone,
stopping to nip and suck at her nipples and breasts, making her gasp again.
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