Laurann Dohner - Fury

“Wait!” Ellie struggled, wiggled her hips, and bucked to get out of his hold when he turned his face to lick the inside of her thigh. She jerked on the bed, tried to twist away, but he refused to let go. He displayed his strength when he pinned her tighter until she couldn’t move at all. His jaw brushed her skin, rubbed her higher on her inner thigh, back and forth, caressing gently.

“Will you hold your legs open so I can touch you with my hands? I’ll release your wrists from the headboard if you do as I say.”

“I don’t do this on a first date or even a fifth one. I’m not comfortable with anyone going down on me.” She yanked frantically at the material binding her wrists. She bucked her hips but she couldn’t squirm free from his powerful embrace. “Punish me some other way but not that. I angered you but I didn’t purposely embarrass you, did I? You want us even but I didn’t put my mouth below your waist.”

“I didn’t think you’d agree. I’ll use my hands to hold you still.”

“Not like this,” she begged.

Fury cocked his head. “Like this?”

“Don’t touch me just to get revenge.”

“Oh, Ellie,” he rasped. “I want you. Don’t you know that? This is far beyond something as simple as payback. Tell me yes so I can give us both what we need.”

Ellie saw passion burning in his beautiful brown eyes. He looked incredibly sexy and her body ached with need at seeing his handsome face between her thighs, so close to where she hurt the most, and she relaxed. She nodded, realized she’d probably just lost her mind, but Fury’s expression of relief validated her agreement.

Ellie gasped when his tongue flickered over the most sensitive spot on her body. His lips sealed over the small bundle of nerves and his tongue applied pressure, teasing up and down over her clit. She froze, tensed, and the sensations of his suckling mouth spread throughout her body.

He’s really doing it. He Oh God. That feels so good.

His tongue had an unusual texture and the response he drew from her with each lick, every suck, almost hurt, but in the best way possible. He kept the pressure on and his tongue moved against her clit without pause, without hesitation. She couldn’t stop making the loud moans that filled the room as she threw her head back, her fingers gripping the material around her wrists, just for something to hang on to.

He’s going to kill me after all , she thought. It wasn’t going to be from him strangling her or breaking her neck. He planned to lick her to death, make her body hurt in delicious ways, and ache painfully to come. She tried to reason with herself, tried to remember that she hated men going down on her, had never enjoyed it, but a growl from Fury sent vibrations against her swollen bud. She lost her train of thought, only able to feel just him, Fury, and his mouth that made her quiver and burn with need.

The climax hit her brutally, an explosion of ecstasy that made her cry out loudly as it rippled through her shaking body. Her muscles trembled, shook, and her mind shut down. She lost all ability to think, to form words, just able to experience the white-hot haze of pleasure until his mouth released her.

Ellie had to catch her breath. Her oversensitive body shivered when his hands released her legs gently and hot skin brushed against her mound, her lower stomach, and then her breasts as he rose up her body until they were face-to-face.

If he killed her now she wouldn’t even care. She was a breathing marshmallow. Boneless. Hell , she thought, I’ve never felt better in my whole life . She opened her eyes to stare into his beautiful dark ones.

“I should walk away from the room, leaving you here without a single backward glance. That’s what you did to me.”

I don’t care anymore if she is lying to me , Fury thought, licking his lips, the honeyed taste of her passion driving his need to completely possess Ellie to an unbearable painful ache. She was so sweet, so responsive, and he no longer wanted to think the worst of her while staring into her beautiful eyes. He wanted to believe, even for the time he had with her, that every word she uttered would be absolute truth.

Pathetic , he silently berated his line of thinking. He had lost his mind over a small, frail human. He’d sworn to never allow one to get too close to him, but there he lay, on a bed with one— his Ellie.

He’d not only lost his temper but his tight rein on his animalist urges and his mind. He’d also lost his heart to her. She was human, not to be trusted, yet he still wanted her. When did I become a masochist?

Chapter Five

Ellie opened her mouth to speak but there were no words to take away the bitter expression on his handsome face. She’d helped put it there and no excuse could change the past. She stared at him and closed her mouth. Fury’s focus lowered to her chest. The hesitation only slight until he raised his hand to cup her breast again, held it gently, and she arched her back to press tighter against his palm. His gaze returned to hers.

“I want you. I hate it but I hurt to be inside you, to know what it would feel like to have you wrapped around me, and the pleasure I think I could find with you. I’ve never wanted a woman more. Tell me I can have you or help me remember that I can’t ever forgive what you did to me. Say something, anything, to remind me why I shouldn’t hurt to be with you so much it makes it hard for me to breathe.”

The look in his eyes as they watched each other nearly stopped Ellie’s heart. She saw so many emotions there—desire, longing, a little fear, and raw passion. Her tongue came out to wet her lips. A soft growl came from Fury but it wasn’t an angry sound, more of a groan. She understood. He wanted her.

She slowly nodded. She wanted him as much as he did her, had from the first moment she’d ever seen him locked inside a cell. He’d been so proud despite his circumstances, the pure masculine beauty of his fit body had tempted her passion, and his powerful presence had strongly drawn her to him.

“Say it,” he urged.

“Yes,” she whispered.

His eyes closed for long seconds before he looked at her again. “Wrap around me.”

She hesitated for only a second before she shifted her legs and her heels brushed the bare, warm skin on the back of his thighs. He lifted more, positioning himself until he pressed against her pussy with the thick tip of his cock. Her body was already wet with need when he nudged against her entrance to penetrate her. He slid easily through her silky folds but missed the mark.

Frustration tightened his features. He braced his arm on the bed, suspended his upper body weight on one arm and reached between their stomachs until he gripped the shaft of his cock to hold it steady and lined them up perfectly. He paused there, hovering.

“You’re much smaller than our women. I’ll try not to harm you.”

Harm me? She was aware of the size difference between them, had never considered herself tiny, but at that moment she realized she was, compared to him. She opened her mouth to ask him what he meant but he lowered his weight to allow gravity to work in his favor before she could say a word. Ellie’s eyes widened with shock as the blunt, thick crown of his cock pressed hard against her, breeched her channel, and forced her body to stretch to take him. Panic became the next emotion to leap out when he pushed deeper inside her pussy.

“You’re too big,” she gasped.

He froze as their gazes met. His eyes narrowed almost to slits and his breathing turned harsh. “You can take me,” he snarled. “I want you too bad. I’ll be gentle.”

He lowered more over her body, sinking into her deeper. Her muscles stretched to accommodate his thick shaft as he continued to penetrate her, giving her body no choice but to take him. He didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside her snug channel. He paused to allow her to adjust to his size. Ellie breathed hard but had to admit the sensation of being so full felt incredibly good. He moved, withdrew a few inches, slowly, and then pushed back in.