His Word...Destruction ~ Book Four in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title: His Word...Destruction

Book Four in the Trusted Saga

Release date: Available now (purchase link under "Books" heading)

EXCERPT ...

My mouth flooded with anticipation, the flow of saliva tripling in a drowning wave when I flicked my gaze up, and saw the intense hunger heating his eyes. My throat worked slowly, swallowing the sudden influx, and the gentle pulse between my thighs activated a smoldering heat to burn inside my core.

He slid one hand along the side of my head, raising one brow in silent question when he clenched his fist, trapping a handful of my hair in his grip. He was watching my reaction intently when he increased the pressure from his fist, and tilted my head back. His darkening eyes held my gaze captive, and I watched the slow approach of his scorching lips descend when he leaned down. The soft pants of my breath fell in increasing puffs across his mouth, while he hovered teasingly without touching them against me.

The warmth of his moist tongue slid silkily around the outer edge of my bottom lip, before his mouth crashed against me in a savage kiss, and the grip of his hand tightened, pulling strenuously on my constricted strands. His tongue thrust through my parted lips with sweeping, swirling motions, moving through my mouth with demanding force, the fierce intensity of his thrusts rousing the slow smolder in my core to ignite. The stimulating power of his demand eased, and his lips softened, before they left mine swollen, and throbbing.

“Just say stop if you need to---understand?” His heated breath whispered across my wet lips, while he continued to nibble along the edge. “Answer me,” he demanded gruffly.

“Yes.” His lips hungrily recaptured mine after my whispered response, his tongue stroking over mine with long slow licks, before he abruptly pulled away for a second time. He straightened, standing commandingly over me with his hand maintaining the firm grip at the back of my head. With one small step, he edged his knee in between my legs, opening my thighs wide enough for him to position himself in the middle.

The hardened muscles of his outer thighs were bracketed by my soft inner flesh, and the course hairs peppering his steely contours invoked goose bumps to prickle over the surface of my skin. When he wrapped his hand around the base of his rigid stem, the heat from the fullness of his arousal seared the outermost surface of my slightly parted lips. My eyes closed languidly with anticipated excitement, while he rubbed his smooth engorged crown along the length of my lips, sliding it seductively from one side to the other, and back again. My tongue darted out, following the heated path of his bulbous tip.

“Open.” His authoritarian demand had the instant desired effect he sought, my mouth opening to accept his swollen length. With a sudden, and harsh flex of his hips, his hand dropped away, and his shaft buried straight down the depths of my throat. Tears immediately sprung up in my eyes, while the tight walls of my pharynx constricted around his steely girth, and I was left unable to breathe when he stilled, buried to the hilt.

Pressure on the fistful of hair clenched at the back of my head increased, tipping my head further back, stretching my neck, and allowing him access to rock a little harder. Just when I thought I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, he abruptly withdrew his entire length, and I gasped in a hurried breath, while strings of my saliva stretched in long drooping arcs between his rock hard erection, and my lips. He moved away, breaking the strings, and I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth as he sank down in the water, seating himself along the molded seat opposite me. Pinning me with a forceful gaze, his concerned eyes searched mine.

“Okay?” he questioned firmly. I nodded, and he cocked an expectant brow.

“Yes,” I answered, still slightly nodding.

“Good,” he stated, and leaned forward, grasping my wrist, and wrenching hard on my arm. He pulled me from my seat with such force, I slammed against his chest. He groaned slightly in pain when I careered into him, and water spilled out in a big wave over the ledge of the bath, all over the floor of the bathroom. One powerful arm wrapped around my back, holding me fast against his hair roughened chest. His mouth swooped down, and crushed against me, his lips sealing greedily over mine, like he couldn’t get enough of me.

His tongue forced an urgent path through my lips, and took possession, stroking demandingly with continuous sweeps, and entwining with my tongue, while his hand grasped roughly at the back of my head. The sweet residual taste of his favorite scotch intoxicated me. With a moan, I collapsed into him, my tongue reciprocating, and matching his strokes through his mouth, searching for more of that sweet taste.

Long, deep licks quickly turned to sucking on his silky tongue, softly pulling him in my mouth, until his guttural groan reached my ears, and I wound my arms around his neck, thrusting my chest against hardened pectorals that rippled beneath his taut skin. My nipples were hardening, lengthening into stiffened peaks, while they brushed deliciously through the dark, matted hairs covering his muscled flesh. I sucked on his tongue harder, and moaned into his mouth with complete abandon.

My hips began rocking, moving barely an inch back, and forth, but enough to increase the delicious slickness building between my bare outer lips, and a delectable longing to pulsate through my groin, and spread through the depths of my hardening stomach. Strong fingers flexing at the back of my head captured a vast amount of my thick curls, and with the force being applied, I knew the long length was being wound around his wrist, before he tugged fiercely.

I had no control over my body’s reaction. It was like that action was directly connected to an invisible string attached to my throbbing clit. With every hard yank, my clit pulsed with desperate need. My heart rate soared through the roof, and the heat from the water made my neck, and face clammy, and moist, loose tendrils of hair not clenched in his hand, or wrapped tightly around his wrist, were sticking to my skin, and wrapping around me like the tentacles of an octopus.

My breath became harsh, and uneven---as hard, and as fast as his. I couldn’t stop my body from arching in against him, seeking out the touch of his skin. The need in my clit was so consuming, I couldn’t think straight. I had to sate the urgent burning that was threatening to take total control of me, and I climbed up on his lap, parting my legs, and kneeling on either side of his hard thighs.

His mouth still held a seductive seal over my lips---his tongue dancing an enchanting tango, stroking my mouth to ecstasy. My whimpers turned into throaty moans of desire that he eagerly swallowed when I lowered, and ground my aching soft folds along the length of his hard male heat. In an unconscious rhythm, my hips moved of their own volition, sliding my bare folds silkily over his rigid flesh, caressing the hard pulse of his erection from root to tip, and back again as I slowly rocked back, and forth. My smooth velvety pussy hugged his straining shaft, and with each forward thrust, the swollen smooth head of his cock nudged sensually against my burgeoning clit, stimulating the ravenous flames of hunger to burn out of control.

Pure pleasure feathered down through my clenching channel, magnifying the flow of my juices pooling at my entrance ready to accept all he can give me. I want him---I need his cock to quench this fire burning through my sex. His hand tugged hard on my hair, and the seal he had over my lips was broken. I gasped in a breath---hissing through my teeth when he grasped his thickened cock, and positioned the engorged head to nestle snugly in my opening.

My eyes closed on a desirous moan when I felt the smooth swollen tip of him pulsing slightly, building my anticipation of feeling him stretching me wide, and filling me up. The urge to sink down on his cock, and take him slowly up inside me, was overwhelming, and I inched down lower, and lower. He gave one hard pull on my hair, yanking my head back, and the sudden flood of my juices flowing down my tight little channel soaked him, covering his swollen head. With one hard thrust of his hips, the bulge of his distended heat popped through my tight, wet entrance, and he impaled me to the root.

The swollen lips of my bared pussy swallowed all of him when I sank further down over his pulsating length, his cock sliding up inside me until his balls pushed hard up against my ass. The constant pressure of his hand wrapped through my hair tilted my head back, until my throat was stretched out, and exposed. His teeth scraped down the side of my neck, and I yelped when he pinched my flesh, and bit down hard. His moist tongue hotly soothed the area he nipped, sending an erotic tingle travelling down my spine. It was so erotic, I wanted him to do it again, and found myself lifting my chin, and silently offering him more of my throat so he would, panting with anticipation.

He didn’t disappoint me, nipping, and licking along my throat several times over, his lust for biting my neck growing in intensity, his fist tightening at the back of my head with each pass of his moist tongue, while he rocked beneath me. The blood was thrumming through my veins, heating my skin as it flowed. The wild thud of my heart beat a frenetic pulse through my ears. Without warning, his powerful thighs hardened, and he lifted me out of the water, lurching upward, and forward, and slamming my back up against the darkened window.

My legs immediately clenched around his hips, and my hands grappled desperately trying to grip around his wet shoulders, fearing the glass was going to crack, and break where my body had been slammed against it. He growled against my lips as his mouth sought to cover mine again.

“It won’t break---give you my word.” He didn’t give me time to utter any sort of response, or even dwell on the fact he’d read my mind again when his lips crushed against me, swallowing my exclamation of surprise at the urgency he was displaying. His strength---his dominating show of power---hardened muscles unyielding as he thrust violently, forcing my back to slide up the window a few inches from the force, while his tongue plunged through my mouth, matching the rhythm of his cock sliding up inside my needy pussy.

His steely length thickened inside me, filling me so completely, the slightest movement from him had me gasping with pleasure, and my toes curling---leaving me teetering on the edge---desperately trying to hold back from plunging head first into the euphoric bliss I knew he wanted me to spill over in. Not yet---not yet. With every forceful movement of his hips, he crashed against my clit, sending shock waves of desire snaking through my tight depths with every blow. The slow burn became a flame, curling enticingly up through my belly, my clit throbbing in response, fanning the flame of lust to lengthen, and soar inside me.

The glass pane at my back was cold, but the heat radiating off my skin around my chest, and throat were overheating me. The flame became a roaring fire, my belly igniting so intensely, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my orgasm at bay for too much longer. I couldn’t straighten my curled up toes. When he captured my right wrist, and slammed my arm up over my head against the glass pane, the first spasms clenched through the inner walls of my slick channel.

“Give me what’s mine, Angelica---Cum for me,” he ordered, while he captured my left wrist. The anticipation alone of having my wrist slammed against the cool glass was enough to catapult me into the delirious vortex of my orgasm---my chest expanding, and withholding the trapped oxygen, while my body quivered, and shook as he thrust hard, flexing his hips to push me an inch further up the pane of tinted glass. The immense pleasure rolling through my body intensified as he roared, and thrust hard, stilling as he spilled his seed high up inside my clenching channel, triggering another wave of ecstasy to roll through me, releasing a flood of my crème to coat over his pulsing cock.

He buried his mouth along the curve where my neck joined my shoulders, taking my petite muscle in his mouth, and pinching it between his teeth as he rapidly sucked in air.He still had my arms pinned to the glass pane above my head with both of his hands, and I was panting so hard, I couldn’t talk even if I wanted to.

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