Chapter 307 Chapter 307
Deacon growled softly as their mouths touched and he shifted, dragging her across his body. His large hand grasped the back of her head as his mouth came to life under hers. He began kissing her roughly, setting her whole body ablaze as he did. Desperate to be closer to him, she twisted her hips and lay on what part of the cushion she could. With another animalistic sound, he turned, gripping her hip and dragging her tight against his body as he flipped to his side.
She ran her hands along his back, his shoulders, and any skin she could find as he commanded compliance with his mouth. This was insane, wanton and so hot that she felt like she was going to explode. Needing to feel skin on skin, she reached between them and yanked at her shirt, trying to move it. Deacon’s hand shifted up under it and yanked it out of the way. She hissed out a breath against his mouth when her sensitive nipples rubbed against the hair on his chest.
Deacon growled low and forced a leg between hers, using it to shift her up higher, so his mouth could reach her throat. Gia’s breath caught in her throat as his beard rubbed against her skin. Her body throbbed with need as she’d never felt before, not even when she was in the midst of her cursed cycle.
When he flipped onto his back and gripped her waist, holding her still, she opened her eyes and looked down to see him looking up at her. She could see the indecision on his face, the realization that he wasn’t dreaming, and this was real. They stayed like that, only their breathing filling the quiet around them.
As he shifted, to sit, she thought, this is it, he’s going to deny me again. He stood up, taking her with him, and moved over to the bed, holding her to him and not putting her down alone.
Deacon maneuvered his large body onto the bed, bringing her down with him. Neither of them spoke as he lay back, leaving her straddling his half-dressed body. Emboldened by her need, Gia grabbed her shirt and ripped it over her head, tossing it to the floor. This was her chance to show him how good they could be together, and she wasn’t passing it up.
Before she could move, he gripped her waist and shifted her up, allowing his mouth to reach her breast. When his mouth closed over the taut nipple, she moaned deep in her throat. Sharp teeth scrapped over it as he sucked on it.
Grasping his hair, she jerked on his head and dragged his mouth to hers. He complied and attacked hers. Running her tongue along his sharp teeth, she felt a shudder go through her.
She found herself flipped onto her back and his weight pressed into her. Before she could wrap her legs around him, he moved down her body until he knelt on the floor. Grasping her by the back of her knees, he pulled her toward, him, holding her legs open. When his hot breath brushed over her sensitive sex, she gasped. Deacon’s grip tightened as he licked over her once and then moaned loud.
Gia couldn’t breathe as he kissed her between her legs. She’d never let a male do this to her before and the sensations going through her had her unable to breathe. She gripped the sheet in her hands and tried to get the leverage to rock into him, but his hands held her down on the bed, leaving her at his mercy.
“Deacon,” she moaned, need burning through her. He growled low, his lips vibrating against her, then he bit her swollen flesh. The release crashed through her making her cry out. He didn’t ease up, just held her down and kept doing it over and over again. Gia was losing her mind as wave after wave shook her body.
When he finally lifted his head, she couldn’t move, her whole body was quivering as she tried to suck air into her lungs.
The bed shifted and she opened her eyes to see him kneeling over her. She moved her eyes slowly over his nakedness and whispered a moan. His body was male perfection. When she lifted her hand to touch him, he grasped it and dragged it over her head and then took her other hand and moved it so he could hold both in one hand. She squirmed from the look he was giving her. His steel-blue eyes were so dark, a look of possession in them that made her breath catch in her throat. Stretched out before him, his gaze moved down over her body as his chest rose and fell. If he didn’t move soon, she was going to cry.
Lowering his body onto her, she sucked in a breath as their skin felt like flames had set them on fire. Deacon leaned down and kissed her, hard and rough. She could taste herself and was surprised that it turned her on even more.
When he lifted his head and looked down at her, she couldn’t look away. He wedged his body between her legs and reached with his other hand, to move underneath her and lift her hips. He held her like that for what felt like hours. She was at his mercy, unable to move to push against him.
With a low growl, he thrust his hips and entered her in one hard move. She moaned when their bodies connected. Dropping his head, he looked down between their bodies as he pulled out and did it again. It was the most erotic moment of her life.
When his hand released hers, she moved fast to touch him before he could change his mind. She needed to touch him, all of him, to feel him beneath her hands. He hooked his elbow behind her knee and brought her leg up higher as his weight pinned her to the bed. A low growl was coming from him with each thrust, and it brought her to the brink of orgasm fast. His animal was close, this was them marking her as their own.
Gasping, she clung to him, unable to move with him but needing to feel closer to him. The taste of blood hit her tongue and she realized her mouth was full of sharp teeth. Her fox was that close, being called to the surface by his animal.
Deacon increased the pace and started pounding into her and Gia cried out as she went over the edge. Turning her head into his throat, she moaned, “mine,” and then bit into his flesh.
An animal sound of triumph came from him as he stiffened over her, his hips jerking. Releasing his flesh, Gia tried to breathe. Her whole body was vibrating from the force of what had just happened.