Leopard 03 - Burning Wild

She might not think he was loving her, but it was the only expression of emotion he could give her. This was who he was. He took his time, kissing, paying attention to her slightest reaction before his mouth hungrily latched on to her hot, wet sheath to tip her over the edge.
    She screamed, lifting her hips as he pushed his tongue into her with a slow, hard stroke. Her body was an inferno, so hot, so wet, a raging fire threatening to consume her. She sobbed for release. Jake sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking the tight bud with his tongue, raking with his teeth against it. She stiffened, sobbed again, her nails digging in his shoulders, and then her body melted, turned to liquid as the earth-shattering orgasm overtook her.

    When she quieted, he was back standing above her, offering his pulsing shaft. She opened her thighs to accept him, but he reached down and urged her up to her knees, shaking his head, although he was desperate to be inside of her. “No,” he said softly, his voice firm, demanding even. “Not this time. I need your mouth on me again, Emma. I need to see you wanting me, everything that I am.” Because she had given him everything but what he needed and he was taking everything from her. She was his.
    And he was going to make her know it, whether she wanted to admit it or not. Withhold her love from him? She thought it wasn’t love?
    He did need her mouth, so hot and sexy, more than he could ever express or explain to her. She hadn’t surrendered. Did she think he couldn’t feel the conflict in her? Her body was his, but not her heart or mind, and he wouldn’t settle for less than everything—total surrender. She had to know who she belonged to, who she’d been born for.
    The leopard growled and paced, raked with claws, kept a relentless assault on his mind. Take her. Take her. She belongs to me. She has to know she is mine. The need thundered in his heart, in his body, a roar of absolute supremacy. The cat was wild, furious that she wouldn’t submit totally to him.
    “Emma.” He said her name, no more. But it was a demand—a command—and Emma dropped her gaze to his pulsing erection.
    She sucked in her breath, so aroused she would have done anything for him, so hungry for his body she needed him filling her mouth almost more than he did. She wanted the taste of him, the feel of him, scorching hot in the inferno of her mouth. It seemed so personal, the ultimate intimacy, a man’s woman caressing him and worshiping him, bringing him exquisite pleasure. And there was his face, harsh with lust, eyes brooding, as if . . . as if he needed something from her, something only she could give him.
    Mesmerized, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the broad, dripping head. His entire body shuddered. His growl was sheer animal, a guttural, harsh sound that sent another orgasm rocketing through her. “Son of a bitch, Emma, fucking do it before I explode.”
    He gripped her hair and yanked her head toward him. When she went to grip the base with her hand, to circle his shaft, he shook his head. “Put your hands on my hips and keep them there.”
    Her heart jumped. She looked up at him. His golden eyes had changed to cat’s eyes, glowing with power, with lust, with need beyond anything she’d ever experienced. She felt the wildness in him and something in her leapt to meet it. She couldn’t help licking at the drops of pearls before he gripped her hair tighter and pushed his shaft, steel-hard and scorching hot, into the haven of her mouth.
    His hips jerked, he gasped, his jaw tightening and his growl growing harsher. Her tongue curled around him in a lazy slide that set his every nerve ending on fire. The feel of her wet, velvet mouth suckling him was shockingly erotic. He had taken her twice and he still was as hard as a rock, thrusting into her mouth, trying to be gentle, knowing she was exhausted. She started to lift her hands and he growled a warning, keeping the control, heightening his pleasure even more.
    Her sharp nails dug into his thighs, but she didn’t move her hands, didn’t move away from him. He felt the pads of her fingers tracing his scars, sliding over them, rubbing, caressing, sending hot arousal straight to his cock. Her mouth was eager, her small little moans vibrating around him, driving him crazy until his lungs burned for air and his breath came in harsh, ragged gasps. Everything in him tightened, burned. Every muscle, every cell, every nerve ending.