Fever Dream by Annabel Joseph Page B

hers, his hands roving over her stomach, her waist. His palm slid lower to press against her pussy through her sleep pants. Oh God , his fingers. He could make her do anything with those fingers. She didn’t want him to stop but some self-preserving impulse made her push him away.
    “No,” she said. “Haven’t you been listening?”
    “I’ve been listening. You’re just not making any sense.”
    “Rubio—”
    He made a quelling sound and threaded a hand through the back of her hair, massaging her nape. His touch hypnotized her, quieting the alarm bells in her brain. She wanted to stop him, but more than that, she wanted to feel the full force of his sexuality. Just one night. What could it hurt? This was too thrilling not to experience, just this once...
    She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the pull between them, the attraction she’d stuffed down since the second they’d first touched. He kissed her, rough and hard, as she clung to him. His hands strayed to her breasts, squeezing them through her faded tee shirt. The grasping pressure felt so good that she moaned against his lips. There was some wildness in him that made her forget caution and discipline, and the control she’d honed all her life.
    “Yes, please,” she whispered. “More.”
    He gazed at her, his lips parted. In one fluid movement he had her tee up and off, so she stood before him bared to the waist. When she moved to cover herself, he took her hands and trapped them behind her back, and bent to kiss her. His teeth closed on her lower lip in a teasing bite and she sucked in a breath. That moment, when he trapped her and bit her, that was the moment she knew she was lost. She struggled against the cage of him, but only to make him hold her harder. She wanted these intense games he played. She wanted him just as he was, commanding and carnal. She wanted him to hurt her and make her feel .
    He gave a growling sound, the perfect accompaniment to her thoughts. His roving hand found her nipple and pinched until she shied away in agony and desire. She buried her head against the side of his neck, pleading for God knew what. Please, please, please... He left her nipple and grabbed her ass, pulling her forward against him. She could feel his cock through his jeans, a thick, threatening outline to go with his brutal grip on her wrists.
    “I want to fuck you, Petra,” he said, pulling away from her. His dark eyes glittered with mayhem. “That’s what you need, yes? To get fucked like a naughty little slut?” He emphasized both fucked and slut with violent urgency.
    Before she could answer that yes, she definitely needed to be fucked like a naughty little slut, he lifted her in his arms. “Your bedroom?”
    “Second door down the hall,” she answered, clinging to his neck.
    Is okay to be scared. Is okay to be scared.
    She repeated it to herself as he carried her down the hall and kicked the door shut behind them. She repeated it as he stripped off her sleep pants and panties and pushed her back on the bed, draped her legs over his shoulders, and started licking her pussy like a starving man. Oh my God.
    She had plenty of sexual experience, but this felt like the first time. The sensation, the surge of erotic excitement felt totally new. She shuddered as his tongue flicked over her clit, his warm breath teasing her senses. No man had ever gone down on her like this, forcing her thighs wide open and exploring every orifice, doing as he pleased to her, so that she felt like the submissive one. His fingers tightened on her thighs and she felt so controlled that, for a moment, she felt a frisson of fear.
    Is okay to be scared.
    “Oh, please,” she cried, reaching to grasp at his hair. Please don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop. He licked her everywhere, from her slick labia to her clit to the sensitive bud of her ass. His mouth was magic. His tongue found her most responsive spots and relished them until she thought the pleasure would break