Chapter 295 - Claimed By My Stepbrother (Cadell Security Series)
Hallick’s POV
My hands roam over Seona’s back without my permission, desperately seeking every inch of her body like an addict handed his drug of choice. My tongue pushes it’s way into her mouth as she eagerly parts her lips for me, not even trying to fight for control, letting me take what I want, what I need.
As my fingers slide up her spine and into her hair, wrapping one of the long tresses around them and tugging gently to tilt her head, a small whimper falls from her lips, which I swallow hungrily.
Seona’s hands move to my hair, running through the short strands, pulling me closer to her as I drag my mouth from hers, trailing down the smooth column of her neck.
‘Mark’ she breathes out, her warm breath against my ear, a silent plea to me that snaps the last of my resolve.
A possessive growl leaves me as I haul her closer, the apex of her thighs resting over the painful bulge in my jeans that strains toward her heat instinctively.
Seona’s whimpers torture me, the feel of her hips shifting slightly, rubbing herself against me, driving me insane. For the first time since we moved in together, I wish she was wearing one of her flowy skirts, now there is too much between us.
Hesitant fingers slide form my hair, over my shoulders and down to the t shirt that is covering my body. They tug at the hem that is tucked into my jeans gently as though the woman in my lap is uncertain of what to do.
I lean us forward slightly, releasing one hand and reaching over my shoulder to tug at the back of the top, pulling it over my head and dropping it beside us before pressing my lips back to hers, desperate for more of her taste, her touch, her everything.
Seona’s hands go to her own shirt, and she rips away from me only long enough to tug it over her head, exposing her silky skin to my ravaged gaze, her gorgeous pink nipples poking through the plain white lace of her bra.
With a groan, I cup one breast in my hand, it fits perfectly, like it was made for my touch. Leaning down, I capture one dusky nipple through the fabric, sucking gently as I look up at her, gauging her reaction.
The moan and tug on my hair as Seona’s hands weave back into the short hairs tell me all I need to know.
Tugging down the thin fabric, my mouth waters in anticipation before I lean forward capturing the hard nub between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth.
Seona’s back arches as her moans get louder, pressing further into my mouth as I bite the sensitive flesh gently, just hard enough for her to feel it.
Her skin tastes sweet, like her fudge, and I already know that nothing will ever taste better to me as long as I’m alive. In just a few moments, the delicious blonde has ruined me for anyone else, no other woman will ever come close to her.
‘Mark’ she whimpers, tugging at me, ‘I need you . . ‘
She’s not alone, I need this woman more than I need to breathe right now. Her unique scent swirls around me, infusing my senses. Releasing her nipple with a growl, I turn to the other, pulling down the cup and giving the same attention to it that I gave the first.
‘Please Mark . . ‘ she whines, tugging painfully at my hair as her hips grind into me harder.
My mouth returns to hers, my tongue duelling aggressively, but this time, Seona matches me, no longer submissive, taking what she wants from me which turns me on more than I thought possible.
Her hand snakes down my chest to my belt and nimble fingers tug at the thick leather as I use all my willpower and pull back from her frantic kisses, my hand covering hers over the buckle.
‘No’ I growl at her, making the woman pause as her eyes widen slightly in shock.
‘N . . no?’ she repeats worriedly, suddenly uncertain again.
I press my lips to hers, chasing away her worries before pulling back again and shaking my head slowly, my smile growing.
‘Not here love’ I tell her gruffly, ‘if I’m going to give you what you deserve, it won’t be fumbling on a f.ucking couch with my jeans around my ankles and a hole ripped through your leggings.’
Seona’s swollen lips part in surprise as she stares at me wordlessly, ‘my . . my leggings don’t have a hole’ she finally mumbles.
Leaning closer, I kiss along her cheek to her ear, ‘not yet’ I mutter, ‘but if you keep grinding on me like you are, I’m going to rip those f.ucking man torture device of lycra in half whilst they are still on your body.’
The sharp intake of breath, tells me that my woman likes the sound of that . . a lot and I store that away for later, right now, she wants to see what a real man does with his woman, and I’m going to show her.
Placing my hands under her ass, I shift forward, standing up from the couch easily as Seona’s legs wrap around my waist, a yelp of surprise leaving her as she clings to me.
‘Don’t worry love’ I tell her, already striding out of the room and kicking open the door to her bedroom. ‘I’ve got you, I wouldn’t drop you.’
The blonde leans back slightly so she can look at me, that sweet innocent smile back on her face as she nods, ‘I know you won’t’ she whispers.
Stepping into her room for the first time, the scent of her the woman in my arms overpowers me, it infuses everything around me almost bringing me to my knees.
‘I haven’t cleaned up today’ Seona murmurs, her shyness returning as she glances around at the couple of socks that are on the floor near her washing basket and a few sweet wrappers that litter the bedside table.
‘I don’t give a f.uck’ I reply, smirking as she blushes, her own smile widening.
Making my way toward the bed, I place the sweet fudge maker onto the mattress, staring at her as she lays, sprawled out across the covers, looking up at me with so much trust my chest aches.
Slowly, I run my hands down each of her legs, trailing over the soft, stretchy material as she watches me before sliding back up to her stomach again. Hooking my fingers over the waist band, I tug the figure hugging lycra over her hips, down her thighs and over her sock covered feet, sucking in a breath as I lay my eyes on her for the first time.
Her panties are plain white just like her bra, a pure vision of the innocent she really is. Dropping to my knees, I push Seona’s knees apart, dipping forward to press my nose against the thin band of material that still covers her from me.
‘Y . . you don’t have to . . . ‘ my woman murmurs nervously, not moving an inch as I look up and meet her gaze.
‘I f.ucking want to’ I reply firmly, ‘I want to feast on your sweetness love, drown in your f.ucking juices like a starved man.’ My gaze falls back to her panty covered heaven, and a growl rolls up my throat as I reach out a finger, tracing the damp spot that is calling to me like a damn siren.
‘Who wouldn’t want to feast on this?’ I continue, teasing her folds through the material as her breathing hitches. ‘If I was asked my last meal, it would be this.’ I inhale again, soaking in her scent, ‘do you even know how f.ucking sexy you are?’ I murmur, my voice coming out rough as I inch my finger along the elasticated edge of her underwear but not underneath, teasing the woman in front of me as she squirms slightly. ‘You are a Goddess, and all I want to do is worship at your feet like you deserve.’
‘Mark . . ‘Seona’s pitiful whimper is cut off as without warning, I grab both sides of her panties and pull, ripping them down the seams, exposing her to my hungry gaze.
Just a small patch of hair covers her p.ussy, a collection of blonde curls that I bury my face into, breathing deeply.
‘F.ucking perfect’ I grumble, the sound vibrating against her skin before I run my tongue up through her folds in one strong swipe.
‘Oh!’ Seona gasps, her hands curling into the comforter as her back arches slightly, ‘Oh God! That’s . . oh!’
I wonder if anyone has done this to her before, from her reaction I’m beginning to think that her asshole husband wasn’t just a b.astard outside of the bedroom.
As Seona moans above me, pushing herself into my mouth, demanding the pleasure I can give her, sliding first one, then a second finger inside of her, stroking her warm, wet walls as my tongue swirls around her clit.
A grin tugs at my lips at the thought of being the first man to taste her, pleasure her this way, the notion, driving me on as I attack her with a ferocity of a man that has held his resolve for too damn long. Well no more, I’m not holding back, this woman wants me to show her what a man should make her feel? I’m going to do just that, by the time I’m done, my woman is going to know just what was waiting for her away from that asshole.