Chapter 26 Bastian
BASTIAN
Slapping my hand to the lock pad on my private elevator, I forced myself to stay on one side of the space. Lark was on the other side, her back pressed against the mirrored wall.
I could still hear her sexy, little cries, feel her hot body clenching on my fingers.
We eyed each other, and I swear the air in the elevator felt electric. I knew if I touched her now, I’d give my security team manning the cameras an eyeful.
I didn’t want our first time to be on the floor of an elevator.
Finally, the elevator slowed and stopped. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out the doors. A second later, I unlocked the front door of my penthouse and dragged her inside.
As soon as the door closed behind us, we both spun. Lark stepped forward as I yanked her against me. We collided.
Her arms slid around my neck, her hands diving into my hair. The kiss was scorching and hungry. Her body vibrated with need, and I felt a hunger growing inside me. A hunger deeper than any I’d felt before.
Then she was tugging my shirt out of my pants. I yanked her shirt over her head.
We tracked an unwieldy path across my living area, kicking off shoes and dropping pieces of clothing. I unfastened her pants, pausing to nip her bare shoulder. I needed her naked. I needed all that smooth skin free for me to touch, however I liked.
She fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, cursing.
“Why are you wearing so many clothes?” With a sound of triumph, she got the shirt open and yanked it down my arms. Then she attacked my pants.
My cock was hard, need pounding through me. I was close to slamming her against the wall and thrusting inside her. I wanted her screaming. I wanted her scratching my back. I wanted her pussy taking my cock.
No. This was Lark. I wouldn’t rush it. I wouldn’t have it be fast, furious, and over.
I stripped the rest of her clothes off, leaving her in a pair of black panties. Today of all days, she’d decided to wear panties. She still had a bandage on her side, but it was far smaller than the night she’d been stabbed. I knew it was healing well.
Scooping her up, I headed for the bedroom with long strides. Her mouth collided with mine, then she attacked my neck, her teeth scraping a tendon. She lapped at my pulse point, and I knew she’d feel it hammering.
“You like that, don’t you? Feeling my pulse go crazy for you.”
Her teeth dug in. “So much life. I love how strong it is.”
I understood her little obsession. I groaned, my hands clenching on her ass.
I crossed the bedroom, desperate now, and tumbled her onto the bed. I kicked my pants off, then yanked my boxers down. Bending over her, I took her mouth again. As I kissed her, I dragged her panties off her body.
She pulled me down and rolled. She shoved hard, pushing me onto my back. She straddled my body, dropping nipping kisses across my chest. I felt the frenzied wild energy pumping off her. She found the now-healed mark she’d left when she’d stabbed me, her tongue running over it.
I rolled us. “We’re not rushing, little bird.” I palmed her breasts, toying with the pebbled nipples.
“I need you inside me.” She bucked her hips up.
“I know. Soon.” I took my time, stroking her, shaping her curves. I loved her firm body, her pretty breasts, her flushed skin.
“Bastian, faster.”
“No.” I lowered my head and sucked one nipple into my mouth.
She cursed me, writhing beneath me. Her hands tugged on my hair.
I smiled. She wasn’t gentle, but I liked that. I still took my time caressing her, running my mouth up to the base of her throat.
“You’ll give me everything, Lark.”
There was a flash in her eyes. Not quite fear, but close to it.
“You’ll like it. I’m going to make you let go, make you give yourself to me.”
“Bastian…”
I pushed her thighs apart and took my cock in hand. I pumped it once and she watched, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. A predatory sound escaped me, and I lined up, brushing my cock against her slick flesh.
I felt like I’d been waiting for this forever.
Her eyelids fluttered closed.
“No, Lark. Eyes on me.” My voice was low and gritty.
Her pretty eyes flew open and locked on my face.
Then I pushed inside her. Finally.
Her breath hitched, her legs curling around my hips. I slid in a few inches and fuck, she was tight. My body vibrated with the need to take more.
“Do it,” she said. “I want it all.”
My control evaporated. Shoving forward, I buried myself as deep as I could go.
She cried out, her body arching, her hands clenching on my biceps.
“Taking all of me.” She was tight and wet. I gave her time to adjust to me. “Perfect.”
Emotion filled her face. Then I started moving. I tried to keep it slow and steady, but she curled her body around me and tried to go faster.
With a moan, she cupped the back of my head. She tugged me down and kissed me. Hard.
Her heels dug into my back. “I’ll only give you everything if you do the same, Bastian. Don’t hold back.” She scraped her nails down my side.
With a curse, I moved faster. Harder. I started fucking her.
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes, Bastian.”
“Christ, your pussy. So hot and slick.” Damn, I wanted to brand her. I felt my climax threatening. I wouldn’t last much longer.
She rocked into my thrusts. I reached down between our bodies, where she was taking me, and found her clit. “Feel that, Lark. Feel us.”
One touch and she detonated. She screamed my name.
I lost my rhythm, grunting with each desperate slam of my hips. Then, it hit me. I slammed in, shoving my face against her neck. My release ripped through me.
I poured myself inside her. Finally, I was coming inside Lark.
When I could think again, air was sawing in and out of my lungs. I rolled to the side, pulling her sleek thigh tight to my hip, keeping us connected. I pulled my head back enough to see her face.
Fuck. I’d never forget that look. Satisfaction, pleasure, and something else that was so much more.
Don’t scare her off, Thorne.
“You screamed my name.” My voice was husky. “Promised you would.”
She grinned. “I did.”
“Still think sex isn’t worth the effort?”
She pulled a face. “I think I need a lot more of it. Just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.”
I laughed. I slid my cock out a few inches, then thrust inside her again. Her eyelashes fluttered.
“Good, because this right here is mine. And baby, I’ll be taking it again soon.”
“Roger that,” she said breathlessly.
I stroked her jaw, then dropped a kiss to her swollen lips. “How are you feeling?”
“Honestly? I’m starving.”
I laughed again. “Then I’d better feed you.”