Phoenix Fallen by Heather R. Blair

he yanked her hip up and into him, the ridge of his cock grinding against her.
    "Do you want this, Rissa? Do you want me? " She shuddered in need as his eyes bored into hers. The primal reaction was all the answer he needed. His mouth came down, holding her lips and body prisoner as he ravished both.
    Jules tasted like whiskey and smoke, hot on her tongue as he spun her through the hall and slammed her up against the wall.
    Her fingers shoved his coat back and off, digging into the carved muscles of his arms as his mouth left hers and trailed over her skin. He kissed and nipped his way to her collarbone, dropping one hand to her buttons, cursing when one pinged across the room.
    "Darling, I love your clothes, but this fancy shit doesn't make for easy access." His growl of frustration made her laugh.
    "Rip it off, I don't care."
    She didn't have to tell him twice. With a yank, he tore the bodice of the vintage sundress right down the middle, the pop and rattle of metal buttons hitting the hardwood floor fading under the sounds of her whimpers as Jules cupped her breasts in his hands. Squeezing firmly, his thumbs finding her aching nipples through the ivory lace of her bra, rubbing them to fat points. The heat of his mouth surrounded one tight peak and she cried out at the piercing pleasure that stabbed straight to her core.
    "Jules," she whispered his name, running her hands over his head, the brush of his hair making her palms tingle. Rissa leaned back, closing her eyes as his lips moved over her skin. Hot, sucking kisses over her breasts, down her ribs and the hollow of her belly.
    His hand reached between her legs, cupping her sex, his satisfied grunt buzzed against her as Jules felt the damp heat of her panties and squeezed. The delicious pressure had her eyes flying open, her breath coming faster. She ground against his hand, pleading with her eyes. Didn't he realize how long she had waited for this? He tugged the fabric aside and she saw his jaw tighten when his fingers found her slick core. She cried out, arching helplessly.
    "Please, Jules! Goddamn it," her nails sank into the skin at the back of his neck, her arms shaking. Jules' gaze was dark, scorching and utterly possessive as he looked up.
    "I'm not gonna fuck you against a wall, not this first time." His eyes burned into hers. "But I am gonna make you come right here, right now. No more waiting, Rissa," He knelt in front of her and Rissa started to gasp in earnest; fast, panting gasps that had her seeing him through stars.
    He lifted her thigh and pulled it onto his shoulder, turning his head and kissing the delicate skin there. The tingling shock as his teeth nipped her.
    Then his breath was against her slit, his hot tongue teasing her open as Rissa let her head fall back, her eyes finding the ceiling as she tried to find air. She laced her fingers behind his head, holding his mouth to her, rocking her hips while his tongue drove inside her.
    He got her other leg over his shoulder and his big hands on her ass as he lifted her. His heavy shoulder muscles rolled under her thighs. The sheer power of him made her every bone in her body threaten to melt.
    Her fingers tightened in the thick nap of his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as her voice pleaded with him.
    "More, Jules. Please, I need…I need —"
    He knew what she needed before she could get the words out.
    Bracing her against the wall again, he got a hand between her thighs and a fingertip teased her entrance as she begged shamelessly.
    Slowly, he pushed the thick digit into her slick pussy, her muscles clenching down as her moans filled the room. In and out, one finger filling her, then two.
    His full lips kept on sucking her clit, the tip of his tongue flicking over the tiny, pulsing nub as her spine bowed back, the pleasure pulling her into a taut, trembling line of need.
    With a sharp cry, her control snapped.
    She came violently and hard; her thighs quivering, tight against his head as the sweet