Inked: A Driven World Novel (The Driven World), стр. 39
She’s barely come down from her high when I pull her into my body. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist, and her arms cling to my shoulders as I move us toward the back of the flat and my bedroom.
Once again, she doesn’t take any notice of her surroundings as her lips land on my rough jaw and kiss down my neck. She grinds her hips, knowing full well that she’s pressed up tightly against my length, and a growl rumbles up my throat.
The second we’re in my room, I throw her down on my bed and watch as she bounces a few times before I reach out to remove what’s left of her clothing.
“I need you naked. Now,” I warn as I pop the button on her skirt and drag it down her legs. Her knickers follow, leaving her gloriously bare and waiting for me. “Better, much better.”
She pushes herself so she’s sitting and resting back on her palms. She allows me the time I need to get my fill, although I already know it’ll never be enough. I could stare at her all night, but I know the second she leaves in the morning that I’ll want to do it all over again. It’s fucking unnerving.
Before I’m ready, she scoots over to the edge of the bed. I want to tell her to go back, but the moment her fingers brush the skin above the waistband of my jeans and boxers, all thoughts leave my mind.
“I think it’s your turn, don’t you?”
I open my mouth to reply, to tell her that I want nothing more than to watch her suck my cock deep into her mouth once again, but all words leave me when she releases my jeans and pushes everything down my hips. My cock springs free and she licks her lips as she stares at it like it’s her next meal.
She doesn’t bother fully removing my remaining clothes. Instead, she wraps her fingers around me and leans forward.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan as she licks the tip of me. I thread my fingers into her red hair and hold her in place. Her huge chestnut eyes find mine and something happens in my chest. Something that tells me that I’m never going to be able to let her go.
Fuck.
My thoughts are lost when she leans forward, sucking my length into her mouth. I hit the back of her throat before she pulls back and licks around the tip once again.
“Fuck, Harlow.” She smiles around me at my praise and, thankfully, keeps going.
Long before I’m ready for it to end, my balls draw up and my cock twitches violently in her mouth. She doesn’t miss a beat in swallowing me down.
Fuck, this woman has me on my knees and she has no idea.
Unable to bear not touching her, I crawl over her body, forcing her to scramble up the bed.
“You’re right,” I mumble against her neck.
“Oh yeah?”
“You’re not a princess. No princess sucks cock quite like that.”
She barks out a laugh, the sound making tingles erupt in my body. “Have a lot of experience with that?”
“Oh yeah. I was a regular visitor at Buckingham Palace back in the day.” I tickle down her side and she squirms beneath me.
“I can just picture you having afternoon tea with the Queen.”
Looming over her, I take one of her nipples in my mouth before kissing down her stomach.
Pushing her legs wide, I lick up her seam as she sighs in pleasure.
“I much prefer dirty princesses.” The vibration of my voice makes her moan seconds before I seal my lips around her.
She’s screaming once again in seconds. It seems sucking me off got her all worked up.
No sooner has she come down from her release that I grab a condom from the bedside table and slide into her scorching wet heat.
Now this place really feels like home.
“Promise me something,” I ask when we both fall down onto the bed with heaving chests after our second round.
“Sure.”
“Promise me that you’ll still be here in the morning.”
She turns to me, her dark eyes going all soft. I hate that my words might be giving her ideas about the future, but for the first time in my adult life, the prospect of waking up to a woman doesn’t freak me the fuck out. The last thing I want is her running off again. I’d much prefer her to be right here so we can start our day properly.
“O-okay.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You’d better make it worth my while though,” she says with a wink, making me laugh.
“Oh, you can fucking guarantee it, Vix.”
Rolling her over, I press my lips to hers. If she thinks she’s sleeping yet, then she needs to think again.
Chapter Fifteen
Harlow
A pain in my side drags me from my sleep. I blink a couple of times in the darkness, trying to figure out what it was and where I am. When it happens again, everything comes back to me.
“No,” Corey cries, his arms flailing around like he’s trying to grab something. “No, let me help. No, let me go.” His voice is deep with emotion as he continues to fight his imaginary demons.
I scramble so I’m sitting on my knees beside him.
“Corey,” I say gently, reaching out to touch him.
He throws his arm around once more and it connects with mine, making it go dead immediately. Understanding the pain he’s in right now, I rush to try to drag him from his nightmare.
My heart aches for him that whatever it is that causes shadows in his eyes during