Amaury's Hellion
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“Not yet.” His voice didn’t sound like his own. He concentrated on his breathing and tried to settle his thumping heart.
When her lips curled up to form a naughty smile, he gave her a slap on her derrière to warn her not to try anything. What he hadn’t counted on was that the reverberation of the light slap reached his cock a split second later, sending a rippling sensation through his body, nearly robbing him of his control.
So much for paddling her ass while he was inside her. He would have to remember that—and use it when he was more used to her body. But for now, it wasn’t a good idea. Not if he wanted to last longer than three seconds.
The moment he removed his hands from her hips Nina started moving. Like Lady Godiva she rode him, her breasts bouncing up and down. She lifted herself as high as she could, only leaving the tip of him inside her, then dropped down again. This time he met her with his own thrust upwards, doubling the impact, almost knocking the wind out of her. She gasped.
Amaury pulled her torso to bend over him.
“Feed me those gorgeous tits.” He opened his lips to receive the first nipple she guided to him and sucked it into his greedy mouth, laving it with his tongue.
“Oh, yes.” Her encouragement was appreciated. He thanked her by dropping his hand between their bodies to find her most intimate spot as he continued to drive his cock upwards, moving his hips in counteraction to hers.
Coated with cream from her arousal, his finger found her clit and circled it, then flicked it lightly. Her already hard nipple in his mouth stiffened further. So responsive, so ripe. Like a fruit ready to harvest.
His teeth scraped at her skin, but he didn’t bite down. He felt her shudder and instantly stilled. Had he gone too far? Frightened her?
Slowly he released her nipple and looked up at her. She looked like she was in a drug-induced state.
“Do it again.”
Amaury stared at her, not sure he’d heard right.
“Your teeth. Do it again.”
Capturing her other nipple, he lapped at it with his tongue, then sucked at it thoroughly.
“Please,” he heard her say. She was tempting him to bite her.
His teeth glided along her skin, scraping the surface, but only lightly, not breaking the skin, just teasing. When Nina arched her back, thrusting her breast toward him, he sucked more of it into his mouth. In unison with his sucking motion, his pistoning cock surged into her, again and again. And like the experienced rider she proved to be, she held on and moved in rhythm with him.
His fingers played with her clit, stroking, pinching, while his mouth worked her nipples, making them stand up like brave little soldiers. He would have liked to go on forever, but the way her muscles squeezed his shaft, the way he slid in and out of her, deeper every time, he couldn’t hold on.
His teeth clamped down on her nipple as he gave her engorged nub another pinch, then felt her channel clench around him, felt the waves of her orgasm hit him, and tumbled with her—over the edge and into oblivion as he came: hot, breathless and with a seemingly endless stream of his seed filling her. He’d died and gone to heaven, and the golden-haired angel looked down at him.
***
Nina dropped her head onto Amaury’s chest and exhaled. She hated to admit he was right, but this was better than she’d ever had. Without a doubt. Not that she would ever tell him that. A man could get too bigheaded if he knew. And Amaury certainly didn’t need to get any more full of himself than he already was.
She felt him press a kiss on her hair. His sudden tenderness surprised her. The man had decidedly too many sides to him that needed exploring. And she was just too exhausted to do any more explorations tonight. As for addressing why she was again sleeping with the enemy rather than fighting him and his vampire brethren, she would go on that guilt trip tomorrow.
“Will you tell me now why you came to the club?”
Nina lifted her head, crossed her arms on his chest and rested her chin on it. “Why do you care?”
“We’re working together now. So you’d better tell me what’s going on.”
She sighed. “Fine. I got a text from my informant, saying that a man involved in Eddie’s death is here tonight.”
“You think he was talking about Luther?”
She dismissed the thought with a movement of her head. “No. That creep just hit on me. He didn’t fit the description I got. Unfortunately you interrupted me before I could find the guy.”
“Luckily, I got here when I did. Zane saw you in the club, and Quinn alerted me. They were following a lead.”
“A lead on the bodyguard killings?”
When her lips curled up to form a naughty smile, he gave her a slap on her derrière to warn her not to try anything. What he hadn’t counted on was that the reverberation of the light slap reached his cock a split second later, sending a rippling sensation through his body, nearly robbing him of his control.
So much for paddling her ass while he was inside her. He would have to remember that—and use it when he was more used to her body. But for now, it wasn’t a good idea. Not if he wanted to last longer than three seconds.
The moment he removed his hands from her hips Nina started moving. Like Lady Godiva she rode him, her breasts bouncing up and down. She lifted herself as high as she could, only leaving the tip of him inside her, then dropped down again. This time he met her with his own thrust upwards, doubling the impact, almost knocking the wind out of her. She gasped.
Amaury pulled her torso to bend over him.
“Feed me those gorgeous tits.” He opened his lips to receive the first nipple she guided to him and sucked it into his greedy mouth, laving it with his tongue.
“Oh, yes.” Her encouragement was appreciated. He thanked her by dropping his hand between their bodies to find her most intimate spot as he continued to drive his cock upwards, moving his hips in counteraction to hers.
Coated with cream from her arousal, his finger found her clit and circled it, then flicked it lightly. Her already hard nipple in his mouth stiffened further. So responsive, so ripe. Like a fruit ready to harvest.
His teeth scraped at her skin, but he didn’t bite down. He felt her shudder and instantly stilled. Had he gone too far? Frightened her?
Slowly he released her nipple and looked up at her. She looked like she was in a drug-induced state.
“Do it again.”
Amaury stared at her, not sure he’d heard right.
“Your teeth. Do it again.”
Capturing her other nipple, he lapped at it with his tongue, then sucked at it thoroughly.
“Please,” he heard her say. She was tempting him to bite her.
His teeth glided along her skin, scraping the surface, but only lightly, not breaking the skin, just teasing. When Nina arched her back, thrusting her breast toward him, he sucked more of it into his mouth. In unison with his sucking motion, his pistoning cock surged into her, again and again. And like the experienced rider she proved to be, she held on and moved in rhythm with him.
His fingers played with her clit, stroking, pinching, while his mouth worked her nipples, making them stand up like brave little soldiers. He would have liked to go on forever, but the way her muscles squeezed his shaft, the way he slid in and out of her, deeper every time, he couldn’t hold on.
His teeth clamped down on her nipple as he gave her engorged nub another pinch, then felt her channel clench around him, felt the waves of her orgasm hit him, and tumbled with her—over the edge and into oblivion as he came: hot, breathless and with a seemingly endless stream of his seed filling her. He’d died and gone to heaven, and the golden-haired angel looked down at him.
***
Nina dropped her head onto Amaury’s chest and exhaled. She hated to admit he was right, but this was better than she’d ever had. Without a doubt. Not that she would ever tell him that. A man could get too bigheaded if he knew. And Amaury certainly didn’t need to get any more full of himself than he already was.
She felt him press a kiss on her hair. His sudden tenderness surprised her. The man had decidedly too many sides to him that needed exploring. And she was just too exhausted to do any more explorations tonight. As for addressing why she was again sleeping with the enemy rather than fighting him and his vampire brethren, she would go on that guilt trip tomorrow.
“Will you tell me now why you came to the club?”
Nina lifted her head, crossed her arms on his chest and rested her chin on it. “Why do you care?”
“We’re working together now. So you’d better tell me what’s going on.”
She sighed. “Fine. I got a text from my informant, saying that a man involved in Eddie’s death is here tonight.”
“You think he was talking about Luther?”
She dismissed the thought with a movement of her head. “No. That creep just hit on me. He didn’t fit the description I got. Unfortunately you interrupted me before I could find the guy.”
“Luckily, I got here when I did. Zane saw you in the club, and Quinn alerted me. They were following a lead.”
“A lead on the bodyguard killings?”
