Eternally Bound: Paranormal Romance Boxed Set by T.J. Michaels Page B

sent a titillating humming against her clit. But when he sucked the sensitive knot roughly, as deep as he could get it into his mouth, she yelled to the rafters. Delaine grabbed his head between her thighs and bucked wildly, coming long and hard. But Justin didn’t stop lashing her with his tongue, just kept at her until she exploded again.
    “See how good you taste, baby,” he whispered, sliding up her body to cover her mouth with his. The taste of herself on his tongue was such a turn-on, she latched onto the talented pink organ, sank her fingers into his hair and sucked his tongue like a piece of candy.
    Justin broke the kiss, sat back on his knees and pulled her hips up his thighs to position himself at her entrance. He needed to feel her wrapped around his cock, needed to feel the slick walls of her pussy holding him tight. But first, he needed to hear the words.
    “I need to be inside you right now,” he ground out, teasing the head of his throbbing dick against her swollen, slick flesh. “I want to fuck you, Delaine. Now, tell me what you want.”
    Instead, she tried to shimmy herself up his legs and impale herself on his hard length.
    “Tell me what you want, baby,” his request was a tight-lipped command, barely in check.
    “I-I want you.”
    “You want me to what?” Her eyes were wide with need, but Justin could see her starting to think. But he didn’t want her to think, he wanted her to feel. Still rubbing himself against her slick heat, he made it very plain what he was after.
    “Listen to me, baby. I’m nasty as hell. A total freak. I want to lick, suck and fuck you all night, but I want you right there with me. Hot, creaming and screaming for me. So tell me what you want. I won’t take you until you do.”
    Delaine wasn’t sure she liked this kind of control. But maybe it was because her ex had never exerted it? With Justin, it felt right. It blew her mind that she actually wanted to be dominated in the bedroom. She wanted to be ridden hard, taken. By him. But she had to be woman enough, bold enough, to tell him what she wanted.
    “I want you to fuck me, Justin. Please, honey,” she whispered. A little unsure but determined, her palm reached out and stroked what she wanted. Her fingers wrapped around his dripping, hard cock. When he moaned and bucked against her hand, she grew a bit more bold. “I want you hard and deep. Fuck me until I’m so hot, my hair is on fire.”
    “Guide me in.” Eyes closed, he let her guide him into her hot, soaking wet channel. When the thick, almost purple head of his cock was positioned at her entrance, he flexed his hips and slowly inched his way in. He knew he was big and tried to take his time so he wouldn’t hurt her. His eyes flew open when Delaine raised up on her elbows, put one foot on his chest, the other flat on the bed and pushed forward with all her strength. He slammed home and bumped against the entrance to her womb. They threw their heads back on a unified yell. At this rate, they’d both be hoarse by morning.
    He leaned forward until he lay on top of her and then gathered her into his arms. Skin to skin, breast to breast, he slowly stroked into her as he whispered how beautifully sexy she was. How much he loved being inside her warmth. She moaned non-stop, but he wanted more. He wanted to mark her, brand her as his. He’d never felt this primal with a woman. Tried to rein it in, but after a few moments of gritting his teeth against the urges, he gave up the fight.
    On his knees again, he took her with him until only the top of her shoulders were left on the bed. Stomach muscles tightened as he clenched his teeth and withdrew his length until only the head of his cock was in her creamy, moist heat. He pistoned into her but gave her only that little bit. Her hips rose to meet him stroke for stroke, but he wouldn’t give her any more than that.
    She’d been so unbelievably full of him, reveled in the deep plunging he’d been giving her. Now