Chapter 92
Summer’s POV
My breath snagged in my chest as Brandon’s lips collided with mine a slow, consuming kiss that set my skin ablaze. His powerful hands cupped my face, fingers digging in with a possessive yet delicate grip that made my pulse stutter. When he eased back, his dark eyes burned into mine, molten with lust, silently daring me to pull away. A flush scorched up my neck, my flesh prickling as if he’d already stripped me bare with that look alone.
“Are you scared?” His voice dropped to a low, velvety growl, coiling around me and sending a tremor straight to my core.
Words failed me. My head tipped in a faint nod, then jerked into a quick shake–caught between the raw hunger clawing at me and the nervous thrum twisting low in my belly. I wanted him, a need sprimal it drowned out everything else, but the weight of giving myself to him thundered in my ears, my heart slamming against my ribs,
His thumb skimmed my lower lip, a whisper of a touch that left me quivering. “If it’s too much, we stop. Anytime. Just say it.”
I shook my head, my voice escaping
in a
shaky
whisper. “No. I want this. I want you.*
His gaze turned feral, a storm of desire churning behind it. He surged forward, his mouth claiming mine with a savage hunger that sucked the air from my lungs. His hands slid from my face, gripping my waist and yanking me against him until I felt every hard, unyielding inch of his body grinding through my blouse. His heat seeped into me, melting my resolve, my knees buckling as I pressed myself closer.
With a predator’s grace, he maneuvered me backward until my thighs hit the bed. I collapsed onto the sheets, the cool fabric a stark contrast to the fire raging in me, and he followed, his muscled frame looming over me like a promise. His arms caged me in, elbows braced beside my head, his stare so intense it stripped me raw, my chest heaving as I drowned in it.
“June,” he breathed, the nickname spilling from his lips like liquid sin, thick with want. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
His mouth descended again, blazing a trail from my lips to the soft dip of my throat. His fingers attacked my blouse, popping buttons loose with a slow, torturous precision, peeling it open to expose my trembling skin. Each kiss seared into me–down my collarbone, over the swell of my breasts–his lips and tongue igniting a pulsing heat that had me gasping, my nipples tightening
under the thin lace of my bra.
“Brandon,” I whimpered, my hands fisting in his dark hair, tugging as my back arched, offering myself to him without shame.
He growled low against my skin, his hands roaming with a greedy reverence. My blouse fell away, my bra yanked free in a swift tug, and the cool air hit my bare breasts a heartbeat before his hot mouth latched onto me. I cried out, fingers clawing at his scalp as he sucked and teased, his tongue flicking over my hardened peaks until was squirming, a slick ache throbbing between my legs.
He pulled back, his eyes devouring me, dark and insatiable. I moved to cover myself, but he pinned my wrists with a gentle but firm grip. “Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, his voice rough with want. I want to see all of you.”
His works unraveled me, nerves dissolving into a pulsing need that set my skin on fire. He tore off his shirt, exposing the sculpted ridges of his chest, the tight V his abdomen leading down to the bulge straining his pants. When he pressed himself against me, bare chest to bare chest, the heat of him was a drug, his firm pecs grazing my swollen breasts as he kissed me, tongue plunging deep, claiming every corner of my mouth.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered against my ear, his breath jagged and hot, betraying the leash he kept on his desire.
I nodded, mute with anticipation as his hand slid down my side, tracing the curve of my hip before diving beneath my skirt. He dragged it off, panties and all, in one slow, deliberate pull, leaving me naked and exposed. My thighs squeezed shut, a fleeting wave of shyness crashing over me, but his fingers brushed the tender skin there, parting them with a slow, coaxing stroke that made my breath hitch and my core clench.
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Chapter 92
‘You’re shaking, he murmured, pausing to meet my eyes, concern flickering through the haze of want. “We can stop-
“No,” I gasped, voice trembling. “Please… don’t.”
His fingers sank between my thighs, finding the dripping heat that betrayed how badly I ached for him. I bit my lip, a flush scorching my face as he parted my folds, stroking the slickness there with a slow, deliberate rhythm. He teased my clit, circling it until I was panting, hips bucking against his hand as he plunged a finger inside me, then two, stretching me with a delicious burn that had me clutching the sheets and moaning his name.
When he shed his pants, I couldn’t look away. His cock sprang free, thick and rigid, and he settled between my legs, the weight of him pressing me into the mattress. His eyes locked with mine, searching for hesitation, and I answered by hooking my arms around his neck, dragging him down until his tip nudged my entrance.
The first thrust was a jolt–a sharp, stretching invasion that made
