Deadly Obsession (21 page)

“Lord
have
mercy,” he rasped, kneeling at the edge of the bed. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. How much he desired her. But it was all he could do to swallow past the large knot of emotion stuck in his throat. He reached out, softly touching her stomach.

“Oh God!”

Her voice resonated in the small room as the simple touch had her arching off the bed. He growled deep in his chest, easing his fingers up her body until they cupped her left breast. It was firm and warm, slightly smaller than his hand. He held it gently, not wanting to hurt her. There was still a scattering of bruises across her body and he knew he wouldn’t feel satisfied until he’d kissed every one.

“So pretty, darling,” he said, bending to take her nipple in his mouth. Brooklyn hummed at the sensation, spearing her hands through his hair. He knew she loved to wrap the strands around her fingers and tug on them as he suckled her chest.

“Harder.” She pressed against him, but he moved with her.

“Easy. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me. Please. It’s been so long. I need you.”

“And you’ll get me, but first I plan on kissing every tiny bruise on your body.”

Gage ignored Brooklyn’s whimper of protest as he moved across her skin, licking and kissing every bruise and cut he could find. He knew the worst scars were on her back, but he’d get those later, when he mounted her from behind. He held back the rumble building in his chest. He already had it all planned out. He’d make love to her missionary style to alleviate the initial ache they both felt. Then, once he’d come inside her, he’d flip her over and take her a second time from behind. He wouldn’t need to rest between.
The way his cock felt, he knew he could make love all night if she wanted.
Come inside her as many times as she’d let him.

Gage looked up from her thighs, his gaze meeting hers. Her eyes were black now, with just a hint of blue rimmed around the edges. Her chest rose in heavy pants, and the moisture between her legs was now easing down her inner thighs. He drew a deep breath, drinking in the mixture of perfume, cologne, cotton and arousal. It made him feel light-headed, like he’d just finished off a fifth of Jack Daniels. But this intoxication ran much deeper.

“Watch me,” he ordered.

Brooklyn
looked at him as he lowered his body between her thighs, nudging them farther apart to accommodate the width of his shoulders. He loved knowing she was watching.
Seeing his pleasure shadow his face as he licked the sweet honey from her body.
He stopped just shy of touching her, darting a glance back across her chest. Her gaze met his and he smiled a wicked grin as his tongue peeked out and swept a fiery path through her slit.

Brooklyn
gasped and tilted her hips up, her fists now clenched in the covers. He licked again, circling her clit, sucking the small nub into his mouth. God he loved the taste of her.
Sweet, yet earthy.
Like berries after a mountain rainstorm.
He savoured her scent, tracing his tongue over his lips before licking again. He went lower this time, dipping into her vagina, thrusting deep before pulling it back, swirling the moisture around her lips.

“Oh God.
Right there,” she moaned as he flicked his tongue over her throbbing knot of nerves.

Gage hummed his reply, watching her clit quiver at the slight vibration. He loved when it did that. “So soft and wet,” he said, pausing to watch his finger slide through her crease and into her tight sex. “God damn,” he said, feeling his sac tighten between his legs. The head of his cock was nearly purple now, with a large drop of fluid beading on the tip. If he didn’t do something soon, he’d have to rearrange his plans.

Gage placed his hand on her flesh, pulling her silky lips apart with two, long fingers. He wanted to see her clit pucker as he brought her to orgasm with his mouth. He lowered back down, placing the other at the entrance to her vagina. Then he latched his tongue around her clit as he thrust two fingers inside her.

“Yes!”

Brooklyn
’s voice broke the heavy air as she strained against his possession. Her stomach clenched, her clit quivered, as he licked the tiny bud with fast, strong strokes, while thrusting his fingers in and out of her sex.
In again.
Her walls trembled. Out. She arched against him.
In. Deeper.

“Now.
Yes. Oh baby, please don’t stop!”

Gage licked harder, thrust deeper until her body shattered around him. He moaned, physically holding back his own release as hers coated his fingers and wept from her body. She thrashed on the bed, her head thrown back, her hands fisted around the covers. Every muscle in her body tensed as the climax rippled through her, beading her skin with sweat.

“Oh, darling.
You’re so beautiful when you explode for me.” He kept his fingers inside her, not wanting to feel the loss of her skin against his.

Brooklyn
smiled through the heated haze, sucking in a brief breath. “Come up here, baby, and I’ll do it again.”

Gage smiled at her enticing words. He stood up, wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to the head of the bed. She took his lips with hers as he lowered his body on top of her, feeling her small frame give beneath him. Damn, he loved that too. How large and strong she made him feel next to her. Brooklyn whispered his name as he kneed her legs apart, nudging the crown against her hole. Her slick juices coated his skin, easing his way as he moved slowly forward, inching his way inside her. Brooklyn clenched her hands around his shoulders, scraping his skin with her nails, as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Gage felt her vagina spasm on the second thrust, so close to coming again he knew she’d go over on the next.

He waited with only the head lodged inside her until she raised her hips in desperation, whispering her need in his ear. He crushed his mouth to hers and he filled her with one stroke, drinking in her scream of release. The walls of her channel clenched around him, squeezing his cock with steady pulses. He tried to fight the need to finish, but lost all hope when Brooklyn locked her heels around his ass and thrust him even deeper.

“Damnation!”

Gage growled the curse, pumping his hips with fast, strong strokes, sending her even higher. Her nails bit into his skin, her teeth clamped around the back hollow of his shoulder as he pummelled into her, no longer able to control his movements.
Faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
Fire burned down his spine, pulling his sac tight against his body as the first shot of semen erupted from the tip, soaking her tight tissues. He grunted a deep guttural sound as his cock flared and spurted again, causing his body to jerk against hers. The heat of their releases coated his skin, as more sperm filled her tight space. Gage squeezed his eyes shut, unable to halt his groan of ecstasy as he came over and over until he thought he’d been drained of every drop of sperm in his body. God, it’d been too long—too long without her soft skin sheathed around him, her fingers clutched around his shoulders. Too long since he’d held her for hours in the night, watching her sleep in his arms, knowing his life was exactly how it should be.

He looked down at her, gasping in a deep breath as the last few embers tingled through his body. Brooklyn pulled him tight against her as he lowered his weight, resting on his elbows. She was still falling back down from her climax, and he’d wait just long enough for her to open her eyes before he made love to her again.

Chapter Fourteen

Brooklyn
was soaring. There was no other way to describe the height of passion Gage had taken her to. She felt as if her body was suspended above the bed, with only his arms to keep her from floating off. Her orgasm had been stronger than any she’d had, and his powerful thrusts had rolled her into another as the first had started to wane. Now she was lying on the bed, clinging to Gage’s body, afraid to let go and discover it had all been a dream.

 
“Bloody hell.”
His voice was weary, but lighter than she’d heard in days. “You’re too much vixen for your own good.”

She smiled at that thought, wondering if she’d be able to tempt him again later, when he rose up higher on his elbows. She opened her eyes, afraid to see the look of regret in his, but that wasn’t what burned in his expression. His face was seductive, his lips curved into a dangerous smile. He looked like a man intent on a mission.

And she had a feeling the mission was her.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, trailing a single finger along her jaw.

“No.”

“Good.” He leant down and licked her lips lightly with just the tip of his tongue. “Are you sore?”

Brooklyn
smiled at the hint of concern in his voice. “I know it’s been a while, but I’m hardly a virgin. I don’t bruise that easily.”

Gage smiled in a way that stole her breath. “Glad to hear it.”

He pulled out, though she could feel his cock was still rock hard. She whimpered at the empty feeling his retreat left, and had to hold back her urge to beg him to take her again. Once hadn’t been enough.

She’d never get enough.

She sighed as he got to his knees, wondering if he’d agree to stay all night in the bed with her, when he placed his hands on her hips.

“Roll over, darling.”

His voice was soft and deep, but there was a sense of urgency in it that sent her pulse racing. She felt her body liquefying, preparing to take him again. She eased up on her elbows as he turned her waist in his hands, flipping her to her stomach.

“Something on your mind?” she asked, stunned by the erotic tone of her voice. She sounded like a temptress, and by the low rumble from Gage’s chest, he agreed.

Gage laughed, running his hands down the centre of her back. “I said I wanted to kiss every bruise.” He paused by her waist,
then
timidly kissed the scar on her back.

Brooklyn
tensed. He hadn’t looked at her wound, let alone touched it since the hospital.

“Gage, you don’t have to…”

“
Shhh
,” he hushed, peppering kisses along her skin. “Am I hurting you?” His voice was rough, touched by the anger she knew he was hiding inside.

“It wasn’t your fault. None of this is. I should’ve…”

She stilled at the sudden heat of his tongue on her back as he laved the area around the scar with soft, gentle flicks. She moaned at the unusual sensation, relaxing into the bed.

“One more spot.”

The smooth line of his chest glided over her back as he moved to her shoulder, kissing the marks Drake had made with the
taser
. “Your skin is so soft. It amazes me every time I touch it.” He traced his fingers down her sides and over her hips until he reached her knees. “Tuck these underneath you, darling.”

Brooklyn
moaned as she drew her knees beneath her hips, raising her buttocks. It reminded her so much of their last encounter, she trembled with anticipation. Would he take her anally again? Relive that hot night when he’d pushed her farther than ever before? Did she want him to? The uncertainty fuelled her desire, as she waited anxiously for his next move.

“Relax,” he whispered, running his hands over her round cheeks. “I won’t do anything that’ll hurt you.”

She could hear the regret in his voice. The pain he still felt for taking her too roughly that night. Her heart clenched, wondering if that was why he’d stayed away so long. She turned her head, intent on telling him she’d enjoyed his touch, and secretly longed to relive it, when he touched her clit with his finger.

She cried out, her body so sensitised she nearly climaxed again. All thoughts vanished as the need to orgasm raced over her. She backed against his hand, increasing the pressure.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, stroking her again.

“Too good.
Please don’t make me beg you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, thrusting his fingers inside her.

Brooklyn
arched backwards, her hair touching the mounds of her ass as she fought to control the fire swirling inside her. Gage had wrapped one hand around her hips to stroke her clit while the other pushed through her already swollen tissues. She gasped for air, feeling the orgasm spreading through her stomach when he moved over her, biting her neck gently with his teeth.

“Yes!” She wailed his name, not caring if she woke the house, as the world dissolved into flashes of white light that seared through her, driving the air from her lungs. She whimpered in desperation as he withdrew his hand, and moved back, stilling when she felt the hot, hard head of his cock lodge against her pussy.

“Get ready to scream again,” he whispered and thrust deeply, plunging home.

A second orgasm rocked through her, ignited by the deep caress of his silky shaft. Brooklyn tried to scream, but there was nothing left to form the sound and she collapsed on the bed, followed by Gage. His weight pushed her down, but it only made her feel more feminine. He was pumping her hard now, driving deep with every stroke. Her sanity drifted away as yet another climax began building.