“No.” The word broke from her lips in her last attempt to deny what he wanted to claim. She knew it was useless—knew in that moment she’d give herself to him and whatever he wanted from her. Her starved body took control and her brief denial drifted uselessly on the ocean breeze to disappear forever.
Lion eyes glowed hot and bright as his gaze took in her wrinkled nightgown, the gaping bodice that revealed one naked breast, and her trembling lips. He reached out and gripped her hand. Slowly, he lifted her hand and breathed in her spicy scent, still damp from pleasuring herself. A growl rose from his throat and he pulled her hard against his chest, locking her against him with an easy masculine power that shook her to the core.
“I came for you tonight, Julianna.” His voice beckoned and hypnotized, hot and creamy and slow as it dripped over her ears and naked skin. “I watched you touch yourself, but it’s not enough, is it? You need me. Need me to slake the burn.”
He reached around and twisted his fingers in her hair, then tugged hard.
Julianna gazed up at his face filled with determination and erotic promise. She surrendered.
“Yes.”
His grip on her tightened in pure triumph. “I’m going to give you what you want. What we both want.” He leaned over her and his breath struck her lips. “Say my name. Say it now.”
“Jack.”
His mouth crushed hers. She clung to him as he plundered her mouth like a primitive warrior intent on crashing down her defenses. His tongue thrust, his teeth bit hard into her lower lip and made her cry out. He bent her backward over his arm and held her off balance while he ravished her mouth with no mercy and little gentleness.
A flame flared to life and burned bright, pushing her to meet him halfway. She gave it all back to him with an animal wildness that exploded. Her nails dug hard into his shoulders and her tongue tangled and battled until she gasped for breath and felt as if her very sanity slipped away.
He ripped his mouth from hers, bent down, and lifted her over his shoulder. With long, easy strides he walked back to the house, down the hallway, and into her bedroom. He shut the door with a quick kick and dropped her on the bed.
“Take off your nightgown.”
She blinked. Her initial shyness faded under the hard glitter in his eyes that commanded her to do it and do it quickly. Her heart pounded as she pulled the gown over her head and tossed it on the floor.
“Now the panties.”
Wetness pooled and dripped between her legs. Her fingers shook and she paused.
“Do it.”
Julianna swallowed hard and slid them down her legs, lying completely naked on the bed. The abandon of letting a man see her vulnerable made excitement race her heart and heat her blood. Her nipples hardened and her breath came hard as she waited.
“Jesus, you’re gorgeous. Now, lie back and spread your legs.”
She blinked at him, torn between years of restraint and her need to give him everything he asked for. As if he knew the inner battle that waged, he took a step toward the bed and loomed over her.
“Let yourself go, love. I’m not going to hurt you. Now, do what I say or I’ll punish you later.”
A primal thrill speared her belly at his threat. She sensed the erotic dominance and ached to surrender. Julianna lay back on the pillows and spread her legs wide. He murmured his approval and took off his clothes. She felt his dark, hungry gaze probe every inch of her naked body, and then he was lying on the bed next to her.
“Very nice.” His approval flushed her skin a dark red as she let him drink his fill. He fanned her long dark hair out on the pillow, then coasted his hands lightly down her body. She flinched as her nipples pushed against the gentle touch for more, but he kept moving downward, caressing her soft belly, thighs, under her knees, all the way to the soles of her feet. Then back up his fingers glided, to rest on her inner thighs. She tightened with need and anticipation, but he only pushed her legs apart wider, so her pussy opened. Julianna moaned and felt her juices drip. Her clit throbbed for attention.
“You have a beautiful pussy,” he whispered darkly, taking one finger to part the folds of her lips to reveal her clit. “Pink and wet, perfect for my tongue to massage. But you didn’t wait for me tonight, did you, Julianna? You took your own fingers and pleasured yourself, so you have to be punished first. You’re going to have a long time to wait before I give you satisfaction.”
“Jack—”
“Shhh, no talking. Do what I say and I’ll let you come. Now, let me suck on these gorgeous breasts.”
Keeping her legs wide open but avoiding her center completely, he eased to the side and gave her tits full attention. His breath teased one crown while his fingers massaged the other one. Julianna sank deeper and deeper into a pit of hellfire, every inch of her body sensitized and waiting for his touch. He used one thumb to flick her nipple back and forth while his tongue circled and played gently with the other. She arched upward, desperate to feel her pussy against his hard thigh for some relief, but he used one muscled leg to lock her in place. Still, he played with her breasts, taking the tight tips into his mouth to suck hard, scrape his teeth, and then soothe with his tongue.
“Oh, please, Jack, please—”
With a low laugh of pleasure, he shifted his weight and moved downward. “Oh, I will please, baby. You taste like vanilla ice cream. I’m going to lick every last inch of you, but not your pussy. You’ll have to wait.”
Sanity began to fade as he tasted the sensitive curve of her neck, dipped his tongue into her navel, nibbled on her public bone. Still, he kept her legs splayed and gave her no relief, only his hot breath stirring her swollen flesh as he explored her thighs and ran his tongue close to her aching heat.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, as he kept her bucking hips down in a punishing hold.
“Please lick my pussy.” Her verbal and physical constraints burst forward in a flood of erotic need. “Make me come, oh, God, Jack, please.”
“Very nice.”
He took his fingers and held apart her swollen lips. Bent forward. Breathed hard on her engorged folds. Then dipped his head.
His wet tongue surged forward and licked her clit. She cried out as he used a steady pressure that slowly increased, swirling his tongue around and around as his fingers thrust hard and deep. The pressure on her clit and the driving force of his fingers drove her mad, and her head thrashed from side to side in an agony of pleasure. Suddenly, the orgasm ripped through her and she screamed, her hips bucking against his mouth as he kept the pressure on and swallowed her through the convulsions.
Her body jumped and shook in the aftershock, and then she heard the sound of ripping as he sheathed himself with a condom. He rose over her like a wild stallion, his erection pulsing and enormous between her wet thighs.
“Say it,” he commanded, his eyes wild with hunger.
“Put your cock inside me now," she urged. "Take me hard."
With a satisfied murmur, he surged forward and buried himself to the hilt. Julianna gasped at the tightness and her body struggled to accept him after all the years without a man. She instinctively tried to push him away, but he soothed her with gentle caresses and waited for her body to release. She felt her inner muscles loosen and relax at the enormous size of him. And then the pleasure hit.
He moved slowly at first, getting her body used to the fullness, but she felt the pleasure steadily build again as her body milked him with her juices. He cursed under his breath, something dirty, and she arched, her feet hooked tightly around his hips. He slid completely out of her, caressed her sensitive nub, then surged back. The pace built until she was again at the edge of orgasm, desperate for the relief only his cock could give her. She urged him for more, but he laughed low and kept teasing her, wringing strangled cries from her lips as she reached hard for release.