Page 84 of Stolen Temptation

“No, just…” I shake my head. “I want you so much.”

Rory draws back to meet my gaze. The sincerity on his face does something to me that I can feel all the way in my toes.

“I want you more.” His eyes darken. “I’d kill to make you mine.”

My eyebrows fly up. I’ve seen Rory kill.

His scary, possessive words should frighten me, so why do they only turn me on more? Why am I so drawn to his intensity?

“Really? You want me that much?” My eyes slip down to his mesmerizing mouth.

Without warning, he kisses me with such smoldering passion that when he pulls back a few moments later, I don’t remember which way is up.

“Believe me yet?” He tucks his nose against mine.

“Yes, but…convince me again.” I crush my mouth back to his, breaking the kiss only to draw his t-shirt up over his chest. Rory pulls it the rest of the way off, then snatches me against his body. We’re bare chest to bare chest, and it feels amazing. The skin-on-skin contact is…incredible.

It’s like I’m drinking water for the first time.

How did I get this far in life without this?

Somehow, this feels even more intimate than that night two weeks ago, which confuses me since on that night, I…put his cock in my mouth…

The full force of Rory’s body heat keeps my torso warm. His big hand cups my breast, and I moan as he rolls my left nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. Then he pinches, and I revel in the tiny twinge of pain that accompanies the pleasure.

It’s got me woozy, hot, and sweaty. Open-mouthed and whimpering as Rory sucks on my neck.

“Keep making those noises…and I’ll fuck you right here.” His dark, deadly warning would be terrifying if he weren’t threatening me with exactly what I want.

Our pelvises grind together, allowing me to feel the size and scope of the bulge in his pants. Need blazes beneath my belly.

“Don’t tease me.” My command comes out breathless and hazy thanks to his talented hands. “I want…”

“Ah, ah.” A wicked smile props up Rory’s face. “This time, we do it my way.”

Why do those words make me want to do whatever he says?

This is scary. Definitely scary.

“Keep undressing me.” Rory gives the order like a king in his castle, and though it horrifies me, my hands do what he says. “That’s a good girl.”

My fingers fall to the leather belt he’s wearing, and I fumble with the buckle. I’ve never taken off a man’s pants before. It’snot like anyone ever pulls you aside and shows you how so you’ll be prepared when the time comes.

Once I’ve unbuckled his belt, I unfasten the button holding his pants and tug on his zipper. His pants fall right off his trim waist and hit the floor. My fingers hover around the waistband of his briefs but keep moving, slipping beneath the hem and slowly peeling them down.

Maybe I should have mentioned that I’ve never seen a cock before our first night together.

Of all the things I’ve heard about them, no one ever mentioned they could be this beautiful. That’s honestly the first thing I thought when I saw Rory’s.

I’m overwhelmed by the sight all over again.

Upright, veiny, soft, hard as cement, and throbbing.

How can it be all those things at once? And why do I want him in my mouth again so badly? Damn, he’s somehow turned me into Kiara, the Wonder Slut.

I’m mesmerized for who knows how many seconds until Rory throws me onto the mattress.

Looking up at him standing at the edge of the bed, with his big cock red and glistening at the tip, is a lot. For a moment, I worry I might faint from the rush of arousal.