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"When someone locks a door, that usually means
they don't want you to enter." I tried to push past Storm, by he grabbed me
and slammed me into the wall. I realized instantly that he could have done it
with a lot more force, but at the last second, he slowed, placing me gently
against the wall.
The hard, muscular body that pinned me there
wasn't so gentle.
Storm's chest rumbled against me as he
growled. His upper lip flickered and he rubbed his nose from the base of my
neck where my pulse point was to the underside of my chin. I was being scented
and I knew it.
I also knew there were razor sharp fangs
perilously close to my throat. I swallowed tightly and arched away from them.
I had no desire to be eaten, even by Storm.
I clutched at Storm's arms. I'd lost my towel
when he grabbed me and was woefully aware of the fact that my totally naked
body was trapped between Storm and the wall. Storm reached out and wrapped his
hand around the back of my neck, curling his fingers in soft curls. I frowned,
opened my mouth to protest, and Storm kissed me.
Within seconds, Storm devoured me.
We were pressed chest to chest, my hips
cradling Storm's thick erection. I clung to Storm's shoulders, leaning up into
the kiss. Arousal spiraled through me like a bullet ricocheting through a
rubber room as Storm explored my ass with his hands.
His teeth grazed my lower lip. I bit back,
sharp, almost painful, but the sensation only enticed Storm more. I had to
give the man credit. One moment the kiss was all soft and gentle. The next, it
was pure raw sex. Mouth hot and wet, hands hard and roving.
Storm made Storm forget…everything.
His palm caressed my skin beneath as he
grasped my hips and drew me closer. His mouth left mine before moving along
the line of my jaw, the vein on my neck. His teeth scraped along my collarbone
before moving lower.
I ached, wanting more, wanting everything. I
had been empty inside for so very long. All I wanted now was to be devoured by
Storm and have that hollow ache in deep inside of me filled.
With nothing beneath but skin, it was easy for
Storm to cup my cock, stroke me, and make me want.
I pulled at Storm's shirt until he lifted his
arms and allowed me to slide it over his head, tossing it aside. I slid my
hands down Storm's sides until they reached the snap on his jeans. Storm held
his breath as I slowly began to work his jeans free.
My heart quickened when Storm gave me a
sensual smile as I trailed my fingertips down his naked chest. The exotic
scent of the man—sweet honey and a whiskey—drew me in, curling around my
senses.
I leaned forward, inhaling more of Storm's
heady scent from collarbone to ear, taking in the raw aroma of man. The scent
rushed into me in a wave of intoxication. I loved the smell of the man, was
addicted to the flavor.
It was a scent that made me instantly hard.
Storm cupped the back of my head and drew me
in for a soft kiss. He ran his hand over my hair, making me feel more than
just a lustful need. I could barely breathe as Storm held me in his arms,
pressing me into the wall. The turbulent storm I'd seen in his eyes numerous
times over the night had turning into a blazing inferno.
"You have no idea how much I want you, Joe."
"Ion," I whispered. I didn't like being called
Joe. "My name is Ion."
"I don't want to want you, Ion, but I
can't seem to stop myself."
My skin flushed with heat as Storm leaned
forward to nip at my jaw line. I could feel small pants of Storm's breath
tickling my cheek. His breath was coming out raggedly, roughly, almost as if
he was fighting himself. Then Storm groaned and pure raw need slammed into me
at the rough sound, like fur running over my naked flesh.
Storm tugged at my cheek until our mouths were
only an inch apart, and then moved in to capture my lips. He shuddered and
then nipped my bottom lip. My body tightened involuntarily, every bone and
muscle reaching for Storm's mouth, the hot draw of his lips, and the moist
wash of his tongue.
He tasted so damn good.
Eagerly, my tongue mated with Storm's, the
spicy taste of man making me grow harder. Like a drug addict in the first
seconds of his fix, I tried to devour him. Storm licked at my lips, nibbled at
them, drew my tongue into his mouth, and sucked at it.
I arched even closer, the bare flesh of my
cock jerking against the long, hot thickness of Storm's. I gripped Storm's
hair, holding him as our teeth and tongues clashed. The kiss was hard, hungry,
and I urged Storm closer, deepening the kiss.
Storm's arms wrapped around me, his blunt
nails scraping along my back. I arched into Storm, my body twisting closer,
desperate to mate every cell in our bodies together.
I opened my eyes, seeing Storm's grimace of
pleasure, the raw lust that transformed his handsome face. I hadn't thought
Storm could get any better looking, but staring at the big bearded man, I knew
I'd been wrong.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Ion." Storm ran
the palms of his hands up my chest and pinched both nipples. "You take my
breath away every time I look at you."
Storm slid his hands over my skin, smoothing
his fingers up over his back and then down my chest, his thumbs playing with
my nipples.
I shivered at the contact.
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