Page 14 of Shane: His to Possess
Mia froze when he licked her slowly, the tip of his tongue barely exploring her slippery depths. She wanted to beseech him to stop, but a darker part of her wanted to beg him to go faster. Settling for clutching the blanket in her fists, she stuffed her mouth with the pillow and tried to remain stiff and unyielding.
God, he was good at this. His coaxing, teasing approach was difficult to ignore. He swept through every millimeter of her folds, tasting her essence and testing her most responsive areas. Much as she tried to remain motionless and aloof, she couldn’t help but squirm against the mattress whenever he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
She was so caught up in resisting that she didn’t realize how close she was to giving in. Suddenly, he pressed the broad part of his tongue firmly against her swollen clitoris, making her cry out around the pillow as she climaxed. Her pussy was slick with her release and his saliva as she arched against the bedding while riding the wave of her pleasure.
Mia didn’t know if she hated him or herself more in the moment following her passionate surrender. She was too drained to fight him when he climbed off her to turn her around. All she could muster was a glare and passive resistance when he removed her shirt and bra.
They were naked before each other, but it was more than that. She was raw and exposed, ravaged by his tongue, plundered by his experience, and betrayed by her own weak flesh. He had taken her, but she had let him. Tremors of release were still making her shake and her core throbbed with want for more. Tears blurred her eyes, and she turned her head when he laid down to kiss her.
Shane nuzzled her cheek. “Don’t cry, Mia. Didn’t you like that?”
She stiffened when he licked a teardrop from her cheek. “You know I did,” she said hollowly, feeling dead inside. No, wishing she could be numb instead of enduring the raging ache of desire tempered with the torrent of self-loathing. Right then, she was the object of all her hatred, because she had surrendered.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m ashamed.” She turned to look at him, her blue eyes clashing with green. “I hate that you conquered me. I don’t want you.”
“Your body does.”
“My body would be happy if I never worked out again and ate ice cream all day, but the idea of doing so is abhorrent to my mind.”
“I get it.” He cupped a breast, lazily thumbing her nipple. “You don’t like that your sexual needs can overwhelm your intellect.”
She sighed, not entirely sure if it was from annoyance or pleasure at the way he touched her. “It’s more than that. Sex is primal and basic. I hate you, but I hate my own weakness more.”
“Hate is the flipside of love, they say.” He grinned before brushing his lips against hers, trying to coax her to respond.
“That’s bullshit. Apathy is the flipside of love. Hatred and love are more intimately entwined than opposite each other,” she sneered at him. “But don’t try to pretend like you love me or something, O’Mara.”
He snorted. “As if. The truth is I’m completely fucking obsessed with you. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted nothing more than to bury my cock inside your cunt and fuck you for hours.”
She shivered, allowing only her disgust to show, praying she hid her darker, more shaming response to his words. “Why me?”
He lifted a shoulder. “How the fuck should I know?” Shane scowled. “Do you think I like this weakness either, Mia?”
She snorted. “Yeah, you’re the one in the vulnerable position.”
His expression darkened. “When you won’t leave my thoughts for more than five minutes, it makes me weak. I can have any woman I want, so it humbled me to plot and scheme to have you.”
She shook her head. “I don’t understand why you didn’t just ask me out on a date?”
He arched a brow as his thumb pressed against her nipple almost to the point of pain. “Would you have said yes?” At her mutinous expression, he smiled. “As soon as Arvin Lovelle enlightened me to your family history and hatred of the mafia, I knew you would run away screaming if I tried a traditional approach.” He firmly pressed against her nipple again.
“You don’t understand the level of my obsession.” His free hand cupped her chin, forcing her to stare deep into his disturbing gaze. “A date wasn’t going to cut it. Even an all-night fuck session would barely take the edge off. I have to own you completely, to know you’re mine.” He squeezed her chin painfully. “You’re exactly where I need you to be.”
His mouth was hard and angry when he pressed it to hers. Mia bit his tongue as it tried to invade her mouth, and he retaliated by drawing her lower lip between his teeth to bite until she squealed. Their lips met in a battle of clashing tongues and clacking teeth. She didn’t even know exactly what she was fighting for, but she was compelled to resist.
They tore and bit each other, fingernails digging into flesh. She raked her nails across his nipple and grinned savagely against his mouth when he hissed with pain. He retaliated by pinching her taut peak, and his mouth swallowed her scream. Even she couldn’t tell if it was a scream of pain, outrage, or animal lust.
They fought and strained until she was underneath him, and Mia found her will to resist sapped slightly when he settled between her thighs. She wanted to pretend like she didn’t, but she knew she parted her legs to give him freer access. All the moisture between her legs eased his passing, and she was both angry and amazed by just how much fluid she had produced.
“Your cunt is sopping wet.” Shane broke the kiss as he surged inside her in one sure thrust, burying his length to the hilt. Streaks of blood marred his chin and lips, but she had no idea whose it was. “Do you like it rough, baby?”
“What I’d like is for you to drop dead.” She cried out as he withdrew and thrust into her again with the same intensity. Tenderness from last night’s penetration caused her to wince, but he didn’t appear to notice. His attention seemed solely focused on where their bodies had fused together as he pistoned in and out of her rapidly.
Mia tried to shove him away, even as her legs wrapped around his hips to draw him in deeper. “I don’t want this,” she shouted as her muscles tightened and her stomach warmed with the approaching orgasm.
“Little liar. You want all of it, and I’m going to give it all to you.” He pounded mercilessly into her, both moaning at the punishing rhythm.