Free PrideandSurrender by Julia Devlin Page B

shoulders, taking
the straps of my bra with him.
    Lips, soft but sure, trailed down my neck. His tongue
flicked over my pounding pulse before he sucked the delicate flesh there and
his teeth scraped over my skin. I braced my hands on his broad, capable
shoulders.
    Muscles bunched under my touch as he shifted down my body,
kissing the hollow of my neck, brushing his mouth over my collarbones and down
my chest. This wasn’t like the last time, it wasn’t full of frantic urgency,
but the power of his passion for me, my passion for him scented the air around
us.
    His lips traveled over the curve of my breasts and he licked
my beaded nipple. I inhaled deeply, arousal and sex spilling from his every
pore. His fingers stroked my other nipple while he sucked the hard bud into his
mouth. I cried out, nails digging into his shoulders at the dual sensation.
    With every pull of his mouth, with every twist of his
fingers, my cunt filled with a wet heat that took my breath away. My clit
pulsed. My hips started to move, the pleasure so keen I tried to twist away.
But of course he didn’t let me.
    His legs covered me, trapping me beneath him. While his lips
tormented my breast and his knuckles danced over my exposed nipple, he pried
one of my hands off his shoulders and twined our fingers together, resting our
clasped hands next to my head. I clutched at him, sweat beading at my hairline
and trickling down my spine as need coiled deep inside me.
    Teeth gently bit down on my nipple and I moaned. My hips
sought the pressure and friction that would bring me the release I was now
desperate for. A low growl filled the air and vibrated over my skin in a rush.
    His skin heated under my palm. I gripped his hand so tightly
my fingers started to ache, but I couldn’t let go. The orgasm building inside
me scared me, but despite my fear, I sought it, my body craving the release and
Christos too fiercely to be denied. I bucked against his thigh, frustration
rearing up when the pull of my skirt got in the way of what I wanted.
    Suddenly, I needed to be skin to skin. I needed him covering
me, over me, possessing me. Filling me up, overpowering me in the way only he
could. But I didn’t know how to voice my desire and all I could manage was a
desperate, “Please, oh please.”
    Cool air hit my wet nipple as he lifted his head and stared
into my face, green eyes filled with lust and greed that made me shiver
searched my expression. “What do you need, my Juliet?”
    I licked my dry lips. “You.”
    “I am yours.” His mouth covered mine, kissing me soul-deep.
    Our tongues met and twined together as tightly as our
fingers. It seemed as if electricity flowed from our palms and met in that tiny
space in the middle of our hands, connecting us both physically and mentally.
    It went on and on until I thought we’d never come up for
air. Until we were both panting for breath, sweat slicked our skin, and the
energy between our joined hands built into something tangible.
    Finally our mouths parted and his tongue flicked over my
swollen bottom lip. “I have to let go now, Juliet.”
    My fingers tightened automatically.
    “But only for a moment.” His gaze swept down my body. “Only
to get us naked.”
    I blinked, my throat going tight. The strength of my need
must have been shining in my face, all my rampant, violent emotion must show in
my eyes. I knew this. Could feel it reflected back at me. And still I couldn’t
look away. I nodded, and with great reluctance let him go.
    He shifted to a kneeling position, reaching under me to undo
the button and zipper of my skirt.
    My gaze drifted to where his jeans dipped down, he’d never
re-done them from our mad, frantic fucking in the foyer. His cock jutted out
from the vee of the zipper, and I stared. I had no idea when he’d gotten rid of
the condom he’d worn, but he stood naked and proud before me.
    Suddenly, I wanted to taste him. Lick him. My mouth actually
watered looking at his hard length, the