Chapter 3: Raw and Hungry

“Oh my God.”

I gripped his broad, muscular shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin. His lips followed the slow descent of my underwear, pressing hot kisses against every new inch of flesh he revealed.

I felt like I was going to explode. Burst into a million pieces and flutter to the ground like burnt confetti.

As his mouth inched closer along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, a wave of pure panic mixed with desperate craving hit my system.

I wasn't supposed to do this. I didn't even know his name. But dear God, I hungered for the slippery slide of his tongue. I needed him to go lower.

I let out a broken moan, arching my hips off the cold wooden desk the moment I got my wish.

The tip of his tongue brushed over my center. It was cautious at first. Curious. But my violent shiver left absolutely no doubt in his mind about what I wanted. His second pass was entirely unhesitant.

“Ah!”

The full, wet sensation of his tongue swirling directly against my clit tore a sharp gasp straight from my lungs.

He looked incredible hunched over between my thighs, delivering his wicked torment. The sharp angles of his face and the dark fall of his hair framed his expression. He looked completely focused, intensely hungry, like he was devouring me in the absolute best way.

The pleasure was so sharp, so overwhelming, that my vision blurred. I couldn't do anything but grip the desk and take it.

It had never, ever felt like this before.

Damien had been the only man to ever touch me. He had only gone down on me a handful of times in five years, usually when I wasn’t turned on enough to have sex, and although he never said it outright, his attitude left me feeling like he was doing me some monumental favor.

But this—this was something else entirely.

He didn’t act like he was doing me a favor. He acted like he was worshiping a feast. He took pleasure in my body, tasting me with a deep hunger that showed he wanted this just as badly as I did.

I threaded my hands through his dark hair, gripping tight as I shook, my body strung tight as a bowstring. His eyes were closed, but his expression was pure bliss, like he was enjoying this almost as much as I was.

His tongue was soft but incredibly firm, caressing and stroking my wetness, sending my heart rate into absolute overdrive. I grew lightheaded from how hard I was breathing. Waves of white-hot heat traveled up my spine.

A low, deep groan vibrated from his chest, pressing directly against my core.

A bolt of lightning seized my nerves as his lips closed tightly around my clit and sucked.

My fists tightened around the edge of the desk. The rhythmic stroke of his tongue was driving me into insanity. He used his lips, his tongue, and the faint, teasing graze of his teeth to torment and please me until I was crying out.

I swallowed huge gulps of air, completely unable to keep up with the pacing he set. His tongue lashed against my sweetest spot, and every single muscle in my body began to rattle apart. The sight of this powerful, dominant man working his mouth over me was the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. I moaned again.

“The noises you make,” he whispered against my skin, his voice incredibly rough and gravelly. “They’re driving me fucking crazy.”

I couldn’t stop the whimper that followed.

His fluttering tongue built the friction into a total frenzy. I tilted my head back, biting my bottom lip until it bled, trying to keep my loud screams from spilling out through the library, but it was useless.

My challenge grew impossible when his mouth paused, and he stirred two fingertips over my clit, teasing, circling. I opened my eyes to watch him, which was a beautiful mistake. The raw, primal hunger in his blue eyes made another loud moan tear from my throat.

Then, his fingers drifted lower. One thick finger pressed straight inside my tight, aching heat.

My mouth rounded into a silent “Oh!” as he slid deeply inside me. Just one finger, but my body felt like it was breaking from the sheer fullness of it.

I clutched at the desk beneath me, desperate for an anchor. The sensation was too intense, too heavy. I wanted to control it, but I would have had better luck trying to hold back the waves of the ocean.

He had his mouth tightly locked on my clit while his finger rhythmically stretched and claimed the inside of my body. It made me desperate for more. I wanted all of him.

That thought was my ultimate undoing.

“Shit,” I groaned, my thighs locking around his head as the orgasm violently surged.

“Shit,” I groaned, locking up as the orgasm surged. Heat flooded through my veins, searing my nerves. I shattered into a million pieces while pleasure roared up and down my body, leaving me panting, flushed, and trembling violently as the climax finally began to subside.

I blinked sluggishly, staring up at the high, carved ceiling of the library as the blood rushing in my ears slowed. My mouth was no longer attached to my brain, and the words stumbled out of me.

“I didn’t know… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

Embarrassment slammed into me, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Why the hell had I said that out loud?

He didn’t seem to mind. He leaned over my trembling body, his hot lips beginning a slow trail from my collarbone all the way up to my jaw. When our mouths fused together again, his bare, muscled chest pressed hard against my breasts. There was no room left to think anything else but him.

I hooked my legs tightly around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back, sinking deeper into the bruising kiss. It was full of fire. Full of unadulterated need.

“Do you want to stop?” His voice was rough, strained with want. “Because right now, I want something I shouldn’t.” His forehead pressed against mine, his hot breath wrapping around my face. “It’s all I can think about since I touched you.”

My mouth fell open on an audible gasp. How was I supposed to respond to that? The words knocked the air out of me.

A tiny warning bell flared in the back of my mind, reminding me that this was reckless.

But for once in my life, I wanted to burn. I wanted to feel alive. I wanted him.

“Then take it,” I whispered against his lips.

His mouth crushed mine in response, and the rest of the world completely fell away.

Somehow, between our greedy, breathless kisses and wandering hands, he groaned and lifted me up. He backed me up against one of the massive wooden bookshelves. The solid wood pressed against my spine as his large hands cupped my breasts, pushing them together so he could run his lips and wet tongue from one aching, hard nipple to the other.

Shivers shook my shoulders. I skimmed my hand over the waistband of his pants, lingering at the button, just enough to threaten what I was thinking about doing. How much further I was willing to go.

I clawed at his zipper, tugging it down. I shoved his trousers down over his hips.

For a split second, my eyes widened. The rich, black fabric of his underwear covered him but did absolutely nothing to hide the thick, massive length of his erection straining beneath. He gave a quiet, sharp hiss of pure pleasure as I smoothed my bare palm over the long, hard shape of him.

Jesus, he was big.

I only managed a few tight pumps of my hand before he growled, attacking my panties and wrenching them completely down my legs.

He stepped entirely out of his discarded pants, lifting me effortlessly by my thighs. My underwear was left as a forgotten puddle on the floor.

We were both stripped down to nothing. My heart threatened to beat straight out of my chest, but I didn't care. All I needed was his mouth locked onto mine, his bare skin branding my own.

With a light shove, he pushed me down on my back, the desk cool against my heated skin.

He stepped between my legs and followed me down, trailing kisses over my throat and down between my breasts, all while grinding his lower body against mine. Sparks of pleasure roared from the contact.

Desire hazed the room.

It took control of me and sent my hands roaming over his skin. His back was strong, and I loved skimming the muscles and the hollow of his spine. He was so fucking powerful. So different from anything I’d had before.

It seemed like he wasn’t sure what to do next. Not that he was hesitant, but more like he wanted to do everything all at once. He slowly glided the hard length of his erection over the damp, aching cradle of my lap, and I arched my back, bucking up into his heat.

Suddenly, he straightened up, spanning his large hands down my curves until they rested heavily on my hips. His gaze traveled the length of my body, lingering on my exposed breasts before settling back on my eyes. The connection between us was sharp and taut.

“Stop me,” he said, making it clear this was my last chance.

I bit down hard on my bottom lip, looking into the eyes of the man who was currently erasing my past. Without a single regret, I gave a tight shake of my head.

“Fuck.”

He whispered the curse against my skin as his hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide. He nuzzled his face deeply into the cradle of my lap, preparing to drive me over the edge.