Primal: London Mob Book Two by Michelle St. James Page B

her back, wanting the heat to cover every inch of her skin. Wanting to lose herself in it. His cock pressed against her clit as he sucked, the friction sending her close to orgasm.
    It was too soon. Way too soon. She wasn’t ready. She’d dreamed of him every night the last three months. Had imagined the moment every time she touched herself, needing to release the pressure that built in her body in his absence. Sometimes she woke to throbbing between her legs, her need for him so great, she could hardly move from the torture of it.
    No way was she coming yet.
    He moved down her stomach, continuing until he was kneeling between her legs. His gaze raked her body, and he put his hand on her belly, the big palm spanning her midsection. The place where Lily had grown when they’d been apart. He looked at her like she was something sacred, and she heard the word in her mind even before he spoke it.
    “Mine.”
    She nodded, and he lowered his head to her stomach, touching his mouth to her skin and sliding farther down her body. He spread her legs, looking into her eyes as he ran a finger between her soaking folds, watching her face as she moaned.
    He leaned toward the nightstand and pulled something from the drawer. When he returned, she was unsurprised to find that it was a vibrator. Her body hummed in anticipation. The only thing better than Farrell in command of her body was Farrell in command of her body with sex toys at his disposal.
    As a newly graduated twenty-two-year old, it had been shocking to realize how far she would go to find pleasure. She’d been used to uni boys — drunken sex that lasted less time than it took her to shower in the morning before class.
    Then she met Farrell, and he’d immersed her in a world she hadn’t known existed. She’d accepted it all. More than that, she’d relished it, finding an outlet for the unfettered passion that had lurked in her body, hidden behind a rational facade.
    Now he repositioned himself between her legs, the vibrator in one hand as he used his thumb to brush her clit.
    She flinched like she’d been burned.
    “Too soon to be afraid, Jenna,” he murmured. “Too soon and too late.”
    He bent his head, his breath soft against the petals of her pussy in the moment before he lowered his head. He ran his tongue through the wet creases shielding her center, then flicked it against her clit. Her hips came up off the bed, and he reached up, put his hand on her belly, forced her still as his mouth locked onto the little nub.
    She fisted the sheets as he alternately sucked and licked, his tongue bringing her close to orgasm again and again, then pulling back, moving to a less sensitive part of her center just before she tumbled over the edge.
    She was already out of her mind when she heard the vibrator, felt the slide of it into her as he returned his mouth to her clit. She cried out as he moved the vibrator inside her, working it in time to the rhythm of his mouth. The dildo was nowhere near as big as his cock — that would come later — but the soft pulse of it between her thighs coupled with the expert attention of his tongue sent her barreling toward the orgasm that had been teasing her since the moment he started touching her.
    “Farrell…” she gasped.
    She moved her hips, pushing down on the vibrator while simultaneously lifting her clit, offering it to him, begging him to take it all as she fell harder and faster toward release. He picked up the pace. It was only a fraction, barely noticeable, but it was all she needed, and a moment later she was free-falling through darkness as her body shuddered against his mouth. It went on and on, long after the point where she flinched against the delicate touch of his tongue against her now overly-sensitive clit.
    When she was done, her whole body went limp. For a fraction of a second, there was nothing but silence as he slid the vibrator out of her.
    “Don’t get too comfortable.” His voice came to her from the