6. Avery
AVERY
My body blazes as Rourke kisses me. My first kiss, and it’s more than I ever could have imagined. His lips crush against mine, holding them like they belong to him. His chiseled body presses down on mine as my mind races, and I let him slip his tongue into my mouth.
I can’t believe what’s happening. Has this all been a dream since I passed out in the cold?
Maybe I died back then, and this is some kind of afterlife made up by my mind.
I moan as his hands explore my body, relaxing and accepting everything he does to me, signaling to him that I want more.
My heart is pounding. My pulse throbbing.
His hand slides up my thigh, cups my waist, and pulls me to him, arching my back off the floor so our centers are pressed together.
Without thinking, I lean in, opening my mouth to accept more of his tongue. But he backs away, and I gasp as he looks down at me, something new in his eyes. Possession.
“I saved your life, angel,” his voice rasps. “But now I have to protect it. From the man who would happily have you and me both killed for inconveniencing him.”
Before I can speak, he kisses me again, deeper, hungrier. I feel like I’m about to be consumed.
“I can’t stay here forever…” I mutter softly, unsure if I even believe what I’m saying.
“Can’t you?” He smirks through a growl. I realize I’m still clamping my thighs together, but as he slips his rough hand up between them, I slowly let them relax. A soft moan escapes my lips as he kisses down my neck, over my breasts, and closes his lips around my nipple.
“I…I was trying to get away.”
But away to where? All I knew when I stole my dad’s car was that I needed to leave. I needed to run. That’s why I risked my life. Why I almost died. And I would have, if it wasn’t for my mysterious mountain man.
I had no idea where I was headed. I wasn’t leaving behind any friends or a relationship. Then I crashed…and here I am, naked beneath the most gorgeous man I could ever imagine, being treated like a treasure in a luxury cabin like something out of a magazine.
Maybe this is where I belong.
“You tried to get away from me,” he growls, letting his lips glide across my breasts, sending a warm tickle up my spine. “Weren’t you, angel?”
“Yes I was…”
“Don’t lie to me, gorgeous.” His voice rumbles. I feel the vibrations from his chest into mine. “We both know you just like being chased.”
He wraps his hand around the back of my head, tightening his grip to where it starts to hurt, then pulling back. “You love the game. You’re looking for a man to tame you.”
My breath catches, and my mind starts to race as his words send an unexpected thrill through me.
“T–tame?”
He nods. “That’s right, my little vixen.”
The fire rises inside me. He’s barely touched me, and yet already, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. No one ever warned me about this level of arousal. Even my embarrassment about being naked before him is starting to fade.
“Your cheeks are red. Let’s move you away from the fire so you don’t overheat.”
Before I can react, Rourke has me by the ankles, and with one swift motion, he pulls me a few feet across the hardwood floor. I gasp. He was right. I didn’t even realize just how hot I was until I’m farther from the flames.
He sits back on his knees and looks down at me, his eyes like globes of lightning scouring my nakedness. My body quivers. My heartbeat pounds in my temples. I gasp hard for breath.
“Spread,” he commands.
I know what he means, but for some reason, I play dumb. “Wh–what?”
“Open your thighs, princess. I want to see that sweet little pink pussy.”
“Rourke—”
“I’ve caught glimpses,” he growls, letting the tips of his fingers drag up my thigh, causing me to shiver. “But a glimpse is no good. I want it all. I want everything.”
His fingers hook my thigh, pressing down into my crux like he’s going to force my legs apart. But he stops, staring into my eyes, as though he’s waiting for me.
And as naturally as breathing, I spread my legs for him.
A deep growl rumbles up from his core, and he flashes his teeth like a hungry man. “What a gorgeous little pussy. So pink, so wet. And I can tell you’re tight.”
“You–you can?”
He nods. “I know no man has ever touched you here.”
My lips part in shock at his words. No guy has ever even touched me here over my clothes, let alone seen me bare. Men always made me uncomfortable. But this man—this enormous man—is doing something to me that makes spreading my legs for him feel totally natural.
“How can you know that?” I whimper.
His eyes smile, sending sparks through me. “No man has ever touched this treasure.”
A mewl escapes my lips as he slides his hand between my thighs and lets his middle finger gently part my lips, slipping up my slit, causing my body to jolt.
“Oh my God!” I gasp, snatching him by his muscled shoulders. He’s so massive I can’t even get my fingers around him. “No, no one has…”
His finger slides back down, gently finding my tender clit. He circles it, and my legs shake.
“I’m going to be the first man. The first man to lick this sweet, unclaimed pussy and treat you like you’re meant to be treated. This virgin cunt deserves to be worshipped.”
His words send me soaring, and I let out a cry of wonder and pleasure as he slips a finger inside me and curls it up, touching a place I didn’t even know existed.
My head falls back, but he snatches me by the hair and forces me to look into his eyes.
I gasp as he applies more pressure, causing my body to tense, then pulls his finger out of me and slides it into his mouth.
My cheeks blaze with a blush.
“Mmm,” he growls. “Sweet like honey. I want more.”
I start to speak, but before I can, he seals my mouth with his. I taste myself on his tongue as he presses it through my lips. Unbelievable arousal ripples through me, and I moan into him as he slides his finger back inside.
“I’m sure you’ve played with yourself, angel,” he growls softly, using his thumb on my clit as he presses that sweet spot inside me, causing waves of ecstasy that threaten to envelop me.
“But that’s nothing compared to what I’ll do to you.
The pleasure I’ll make you feel. I’ll make you cry my name as you come. Make you beg for more.”
He increases the pressure, and I shout his name as my back arches, forcing my body up against his. My hands move on their own to my breasts and squeeze. Somehow the pressure enhances what I’m already feeling. But Rourke shakes his head.
“Now, now, princess. That’s my job.”
Taking me by the wrists, he pulls them away, then starts massaging my breasts with his free hand. He rolls my nipples, and my heartrate skyrockets. The combined sensation of one hand on my chest and the other between my legs is almost too much to handle.
“Tell me, angel,” his voice booms as a pressure fills me. “Whose job is it?”
This is insane. This man may have saved my life, but he also kidnapped me, tied me to a chair, and threatened my life.
“No!” I scream, fighting helplessly against the golden waves of pleasure tearing through me.
“No? It’s not my job?” He applies more pressure to my clit, snatching all breath from my lungs. “I’m not the man to make you come until you can’t speak? To make you stretch around my cock and fuck you senseless until you beg for more? I’m not that man?”
“I—”
“Here in my kingdom? On my mountain?” The pressure increases. I’m desperately hanging on, teetering on the edge. “Your sweet little cunt belongs to me now, princess. And you know it.”
His rough palm clenches down, squeezing hard on my breast until pain darts through me. And just behind it is an orgasm that tears my world apart. The first time I’ve ever come from anything but me and my “personal toy.”
“Yes!” I cry as he presses his lips against my neck. “It’s your job!”
“You’re goddamn right,” he growls, pressing me down to the floor with his heavy, muscled body. “And we’re only getting started.”