Free BROKEN WINGS: GODS OF CHAOS MC (BOOK THREE) by Honey Palomino Page A

own passion.
    Her breasts pressed against my chest, and I pushed my cock into her center, in case she had any doubt at all as to what was on my mind.
    I broke away, and she gasped as she reached down and grabbed my cock through my jeans.  Her hand was hot and searing.  She squeezed slightly, and I groaned.
    “Let’s go,” I said, as I took the keys from her and opened the passenger door for her.  “I’ll drive.”
    And drive I did.  Like the wind.  Like a man on fire.  Because I was - on fire with lust for her.  Like I had never been before.  
    Maybe it was because she had made me wait.  Maybe it was because she never called me again after that first time.  Or, maybe, just maybe, it was because she was so goddamned beautiful and sexy that I just couldn’t help it.  She would have made the toughest of all men fall to their knees with desire for her, and me?  Well, she slayed me.
    I parked the car, and as soon as we got into the elevator, I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.  I pushed her against the wall and sank my tongue back in her mouth.  Her moans and whimpers were like music to my ears.  A song I had been replaying in my head for months, yearning to hear her sweet lustful melody again.

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    As soon as the elevator doors closed, I knew there was no resisting.  I knew I didn’t want to.  I knew that there was no way in hell I could hold back anymore.  
    I needed Slade’s touch, and the beautiful thing was that he wanted to give it to me.
    I was so ready. 
    I reached down and grasped him, the hard, throbbing cock in my hand a promise of all the pleasure to come.
    He moaned and the elevator doors opened.  He grabbed my hand and pulled me out, leading me down the hall so fast I had to jog a little to keep up with him.  He unlocked my door, pulled me in, and pressed me against the wall again, pushing the door closed with his leather booted foot.
    His hands and mouth were everywhere.  All I could do was give myself over to him.  He pinned my hands over my head, murmured “stay”, and began searing me with hot, wet kisses along my neck and then trailing them down to my breasts.  His tongue dipped under my dress, under my bra, sliding over my hardened nipple like a slithering snake. 
    For a flashing moment, I thought about Evie, but I pushed the thoughts away as Slade sank to his knees and pushed my skirt up around my hips, his mouth finding my center and covering my mound with his heat.  
    His fingers dug into my ass as he lifted me up, my thighs sliding around his head as he began suckling at my clit, biting it and sucking on it so hard I thought I would come out of my skin as the electric shocks shot through my body like lightening.  My hands reached down, sinking into his sandy brown hair, pulling his mouth and tongue further into me as I begged him for more.  When his tongue slid into me, I arched my back against the wall, opening myself to him, wanting him deeper and deeper.  
    Once again, he began sucking on my clit as I bucked against him, the pleasure being drawn from me, ripping everything else out of my brain, leaving nothing but Slade and Slade’s amazing mouth at the center of the universe, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of consciousness.  
    And then he stopped.  
    “No!,” I exclaimed, my hands clamoring to pull him closer, the sudden absence of his fiery mouth was pure torture.
    He chuckled, his arrogance only fed by my blatant begging, as he untangled himself from my quivering thighs and stood over me.
    I looked up at him, my ass cold against the marble floor of my foyer, my eyes wet with tears of pleasure, tears of yearning for what only he could give me.
    “Please, Slade…,” I trailed off, the shyness of asking for, no, begging for him, making me hesitate from blurting out what I really wanted to say.
    And he knew it.  He relished in the fact that I belonged to him now.  He knew he could do whatever he wanted, and I would beg him