Page 51 of Inked in Emeralds (Inkbound #3)

I was about to tell him I loved him too, but then he was settling between my thighs, head bent, mouth inches from where I needed him most. The warmth of his breath sending a delicious shiver racing through me.

When the very tip of his tongue finally touched my sensitive flesh, every nerve ending flared to life.

I clawed at the blankets, desperate for something to anchor me as he sucked my clit into his mouth and began to draw on it with soft, insistent pressure.

Oh, gods.

It was pure torture. His mouth was so hot. His tongue so soft...

My breath went harsh as blood roared in my ears. I was going to?—

"No!" I managed, tugging his hair hard in one fist. "No. Not this time. This time I want to taste you ."

If it was our last night together, I vowed to make it a night full of firsts.

He didn't fight me as I rolled to my side and tugged him up the bed until he was lying flat. He was still fully dressed, but I was ready for the challenge. I threw one leg over his hips and set to unbuttoning his shirt.

"This is better than any of the dreams. Fuck, you're beautiful," he growled, skimming the tip of his hook up my thigh.

His hard length bucked against me and I groaned, barely resisting the urge to grind against him to relieve the ache building like a bonfire.

With my shaking hands, it took me far longer than it should've to finally yank his shirt free.

Damn, was it worth it, though. His chest was a gorgeous tapestry of tattoo and muscle, and I could've traced every inch of it for hours if not for the sudden rolling of his hips distracting the fuck out of me.

"You're incorrigible."

I launched myself off him with a growl and went to work on his pants, trying not to think about what was waiting beneath them in hopes of making quicker time that I had with his shirt. But when I pulled them down over his hips, the world screeched to a halt.

I wanted desperately to make him feel the way I felt. Like there was nothing but the two of us...

Or the three of us...

I stared down at his heavy length, mesmerized. "Is that going to...will that...fit?"

His pained laugh broke the spell and he nodded slowly. "It will, love. Promise. We could try right now, if you're game?"

But I wouldn't be dissuaded. I closed my fingers around his shaft squeezing lightly, and was instantly rewarded with a snarled string of curses.

"You've got two minutes of this, maybe three, so do your worst."

I bent closer and flicked out my tongue to taste him, drawing back in surprise as his cock jerked at my touch.

His stomach was clenched so tight I could count every muscle as I tried again, this time drawing him lightly into my mouth.

The head was so smooth, so warm. I tightened my grip and let out a low moan as he arched into me.

“Fucking hell!”

His reaction only fanned the flames higher and I ground my pelvis against his thigh as I sucked harder, pulled him deeper.

He drove a hand into my hair, but let me control the pace as I moved up and down, sucking him in and then expelling him, almost until his cock was free before pulled deep again.

I was so lost in him—his taste, his scent, his soft skin, like velvet stretched over a length of steel—that I let out a cry of surprise when he grabbed me at the waist and yanked me up until we were face to face.

“That’s enough of that, woman, or it’ll be the end of me.”

In one smooth motion, he rolled me to my back and rose above me. My heart skipped at the sight of his hard, powerful body over mine. I was here…with the man of my dreams, only this time, it was about to become a reality.

He pressed the swollen head against entrance, and I held my breath. I probably should've been afraid, but all I could think was how long I'd waited for this moment. How much I needed to feel him filling me up...

He pressed forward, the broad tip of his cock probing and then sliding in. Stretching me as he flexed his hips, bent low to touch his forehead to mine.

It was only when I let out a low gasp of pain that he slowed to a stop.

“Harmony?”

“It-it’s okay. It’s my first time, so it’s bound to hurt a little.”

His eyes widened and tried to pull away, but I would have none of it. I sank my nails into the muscles of his back and wrapped my legs around his hips.

His forearms trembled as I lifted my hips up to force him deeper, and deeper still. The pain was a mere twinge compared to the relief at finally feeling him wedged inside me.

“My love,” I whispered, peppering his jaw with desperate kisses. My body was begging me to move. To take what was needed, and so I did, bouncing slowly at first, and then faster. Riding that thick, hard cock, savoring every drag of his flesh against mine.

He let out a groan and yanked one of my hands high over my head and thrust his hips in rythmn with mine. Driving into me with bone-melting, sure strokes.

Each rock of his hips pressed the head of his cock against some spot hidden deep within me that had me chanting his name. It was almost too much. Like if he didn’t stop, I was going to hurl straight off the earth and…

“James, I?—”

He bent his head low to suck my nipple into his mouth and it was done. My body shattered into a million pieces as I clenched over him again and again. I wanted to watch him, but stars exploded behind my eyelids as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

“You feel so good. Ah, Princess…Fuck!” He drove deep one last time and held there, quaking as he spurted inside me.