Page 197 of Caught in the Crossfire

I’d woken up from my dream soaking wet. He was the only way to get exactly what I wanted. What Ineeded.

He pushed another finger inside me, drawing them in and out, swallowing my moans with his mouth. My legs stretched wide to accommodate the size of his body. I grabbed at the expanse of his muscular chest and back while he pumped his fingers inside me and he sucked mark after mark on my neck.

When he withdrew, he didn’t give me a second to complain before his mouth covered my pussy. His tongue flattened and dragged up my slit, then teased around my clit. My eyes rolled back in my head while he ate me out as if he had all the time in the world to map my body, claim it, and mold it to his liking. His tongue flicked around my clit while his fingers worked me.

I could barely keep the sounds locked inside my throat. Every move of his tongue, every pump of his fingers, spun me higher and higher. When I came, gasping his name over and over, he let out a pleased rumble against me, which sent shockwaves all the way to my fingertips.

“You taste as sweet as honey,ifunanya’m,” he said. What a magnificent sight to see a man so powerful looking up at me from between my legs. I expected him to crawl up my body, but he lowered his head again. His breath brushed over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and I shivered. “Come for me again. Let me feast.”

His hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place on his bed. I wiggled, oversensitive already from my first orgasm, but he didn’t let up. He went back to work, playing my body like a conductor with complete control over his orchestra. He walked me up to the edge of that cliff and pushed me off without warning. I dropped into ecstasy, shattering on his tongue.

“Obi,” I moaned, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back while I rode out the waves of my orgasm against his mouth. “Obi, please.”

He sat back. “Please what?”

“Please let me have you.” He’d wanted me all to himself, and here I was, waiting for him.

“Beg. Beg for me.”

“I want your cock in me, Obi,” I whimpered. I’d beg for him anytime, all day long, if it meant finally giving into our desire for one another. He consumed me from the inside out. “Please give it to me. I’ve waited so long. Don’t make me wait anymore.”

“Spread yourself so I can look at you,” he said, voice heavy with lust. His accent coated his words.

I did as he asked, watching the feral look in his eyes as he stared at me, fully bare before him. A pleased groan echoed from his chest. “You belong to me,nke’m. All of you is mine. Your mouth, your beautiful pussy, your hands. Your ideas, your plans, and even your nightmares. Give yourself to me, Leona Vero.”

“I am yours,” I whispered, feeling the calm filter through my limbs as he took control of me. I burned with aching desire, and not one ounce of anxiety or fear. “You are mine.”

“Yours.”

He shucked his sleep pants down his hips and off while he gripped his length. My eyes went wide at his thick size while my core pulsed with need. I was so ready to have all of him.

When he crawled up and over my body again, I reached for him and met his feverish kisses. He dragged the head of his cock through my slickness before I wrapped my legs around his thighs and tugged, begging him to finally give in.

He chuckled while pressing kisses up my jaw until he could whisper in my ear. “I’ll have to teach you to be patient.”

I almost sassed him back, but he lined himself up and pushed forward. My head threw back, flighty moans spilling from my lips, as his cock stretched me and filled me to the brim. Even with the orgasms he’d already given me, I still needed time to adjust.

“Oh, my God,” I groaned.

“You can take all of me,” he murmured as his hips rocked forward again. “That’s right. So beautiful. Such a good girl.”

He covered my body with his, meeting my lips with lazy kisses. His hips thrust against me, finally bottoming out as his body stretched my legs wider. He fucked meslow. Each movement was controlled, perfectly planned to drive me absolutely crazy. His cock was the sweetest torture as it drew out of me, then pulsed forward. The friction rubbed directly on my clit. It was torturous and maddening.

“Obi,” I whimpered, my moans getting higher as the wave built throughout my entire body. “Obi, my king.”

He jerked forward with a heavy, powerful thrust. His hand knotted in my hair, and he pulled my head back so he could stare into my eyes.

“Say that again.”

“My king.”

His eyes fluttered closed, muttering Igbo beneath his breath, as his movement became more forceful and erratic than before. One of his hands grabbed my thigh and repositioned my leg to rest on his shoulder. The change in angle and depth had me seeing stars.

“You are everything I have imagined and more.”

“I like knowing—” I gasped, “—you’ve thought about this as much as I have.”

“Every day since the moment I decided to make you mine.”