“Damn you.” He nipped at her lips, licked over them. “You make me insane, Cassa. Like a madman that can’t get enough of the madness.”
He would have kissed her again. She knew it was coming, she was reaching for it, when the electronic beep of the elevator indicated their floor.
He drew back from her, took a hard breath, then gripped her hand and pulled her into the hall.
“Impatient?” she gasped.
If he wasn’t, then she damned sure was. As though all the pent-up anger and resentment didn’t matter any longer. As though the fierce fury that had thundered through her blood had suddenly morphed into something else. Arousal burned through her now. It hardened her breasts, pulsed in her clit and sent her juices spilling between her thighs.
She was wet and hot. Spoiling for a fight and spoiling for his touch.
“With you? I stay impatient,” he muttered as he shoved the key card into its slot and pushed the door open.
Any other woman might not have noticed how he quickly inhaled, the small pause before he entered, the way he used his senses to ensure the room was safe before pulling her inside.
“Great, now you have a key to my room. Tell me, Cabal, do you have keys to my car as well?” She knew he had keys to her apartment; he had surprised her more than once as she stepped inside to find him awaiting her.
“Probably. Somewhere,” he growled before he pushed her against the wall and took her lips again.
Nectar. Paradise. His kiss was almost an orgasm in and of itself. He took quick, hard little kisses, then settled his lips over hers and sipped delicately, then greedily. It was a smorgasbord of sensations and caresses.
One hand fisted in her hair, the other gripped her hip. Cassa was beyond shame or reticence. Her legs wrapped around his hips, tightened on him. Her hands were in his hair, and her lips and tongue caressed and stroked in turn.
The hard ridge of his cock notched against her sex—a heated, heavy weight that rubbed against her, ground into her and stroked her clit to a pinnacle of sensation.
She was burning for him now. The need had been an ache before he touched her, but now, now it was a flame searing her from the inside out.
“Burn, baby,” he growled against her lips. “Burn for me, Cassa.”
She was a flame in his arms.
Cabal had never known anything as hot, as sweet as Cassa. Her kiss. Her touch. The way her fingers threaded through his hair, tugged at it, pulled him closer. Her lips moved beneath his with heated demand, and what he didn’t give her, she tried to take.
Her tongue rubbed against his, and as he followed those wicked strokes, she drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked at it with delicate greed.
Cabal felt his entire body tighten, felt his cock jerk and harden further as he ground himself against the heated mound of her pussy.
“Cabal.” She breathed his name against his lips, then her sweet little tongue stroked across them, eluding his kiss as it moved farther away to stroke down his neck.
The rasp of her teeth had a growl rumbling in his chest. His hands tightened on her rear, clenching in the bunched muscles there as he lifted her closer, pressed her harder to the wall and ground his cock powerfully against her pussy.
He was on fire for her. Son of a bitch, he was burning for her.
“You’re going to push me too close to the edge.” He was almost panting, the need for her growing so sharp, so desperate, that holding on to his control was becoming no more than a wish.
“You already pushed me past mine.” She bit at his neck, and damn if the pleasure didn’t intensify tenfold. Those sharp little teeth of hers nipped, her silken little tongue stroked and pleasure struck his balls like a bolt of lightning.
“Let me down.” She wiggled in his grasp. “Let me go, Cabal.”
He released her rear, allowed her legs to slide down and tried to catch her lips with his once again.
“Not yet.” She slapped at his hands as he glared at her, outraged.
“What the hell do you mean, ‘not yet’?” He could barely push the words past his lips as her soft hands slipped beneath his shirt.
Sweet God save him. His stomach clenched as her nails raked over his hard abdomen.
“Exactly what I said.” There was an edge of feminine command to her tone that had his hackles rising even as his cock took notice with a hard jerk of interest.
She pulled at the metal tab of his jeans.
“Damn.” He breathed out the curse as the zipper rasped down.
“I want to lick those stripes.”
Cabal stiffened at the moan in her voice, and the desire she voiced.
He had never allowed any woman to caress those stripes. Until this moment, they had been his personal shame. Now, hell, if that’s what it took to get her tongue on him, then he was fucking all for it. Let her lick. Let her lap. Sweet heaven. She could bite if she wanted to.
He sucked in a breath as his jeans pushed past his hips. Watching her, he narrowed his eyes, seeing the complete absorption in her face as the hard length of his cock sprang into view.
She wasn’t distracted. Fuck. He was praying she would become distracted.
“Hell.” His head nearly slammed into the wall behind him as she licked one of those fucking stripes. Her tongue was a lash of fire, and he promised himself she was going to pay for the torture.
Soft, delicate, her tongue ran over the stripes, exciting the sensitive flesh. As though the nerve endings were closer to the skin in that area, each wash of her tongue was like a flame of excitement burning across the area.
“You’ll pay for this, Cassa,” he promised her.
“Promises promises.” She nipped at his thigh, then moved to the other.
As she tortured, tormented the area where the flesh was striped darker, Cabal toed off his boots, worked his jeans over his legs and tore off his shirt.
He watched, his jaw clenching in greedy hunger, as her tongue licked and stroked, coming close enough to his oversensitive cock that he could feel her breath.
He was going to feel more than her breath. He promised himself that. Tonight, he was going to feel that hot little mouth wrapped around his cock.
His fingers tightened in her hair, tugged at the silken strands, and he nearly growled at the soft little moan that left her throat.
“Stop teasing me, Cass,” he ordered her roughly.
“You tease me.” She was panting for breath, kneeling in front of him and driving him crazy with the proximity of her mouth to his cock.
He gripped the base of his cock with one hand, her hair with the other. Pulling back, he watched as he rubbed the thick crest against her moist lips and swore he was going to come from that sheer excitement alone, when her tongue peeked out to rake against him.
Sensation shot through the shaft straight to his balls. Never had anything been so good, or so tormenting. He wanted her mouth on him. Wanted the moist warmth wrapped around the sensitive crest, wanted to feel her suck him, lick him. Just one more time. He was going to burn alive if he didn’t have her.
“Cass. Now.” His voice was a rough, primal groan.
Her lips parted as her lashes lifted to watch him. The crest slipped inside as her tongue lashed at the underside, stroking sweet fire across the sensitized flesh as she sucked him into her mouth.
He was dying. The suction of her mouth was taking the life right out of him. Soft, heated bliss. Fiery hunger. Her tongue stroked and licked, while she sucked him deep. Soft fingers wrapped around the shaft as far as they would go, pumped it, caressed it, as her other hand moved between his thighs to stroke the taut sac that held his tortured balls.
Never had he needed to come so badly and yet fought the release with such desperation. He wouldn’t come in her mouth. He wouldn’t allow himself to. He wanted to be buried deep inside her, feeling her pussy clench and tighten around him as he pumped into her.