Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

And then, she felt the brand of his hand cupping her left breast. It was hot through her bra, his fingers massaging the flesh, plumping it. A sharp desire shot down her spine, traveling right to her clit as if a line connected the two places.

And then he tweaked the nipple, the pleasure mixing with pain, causing her to buck into him.

She needed him to touch her other places, mainly the slickening place between her legs.

Her boobs and nipples had never been sensitive. She needed more than that to orgasm. And gee, did she ever want to orgasm!

As if he understood that she needed more, the guy let go of her hands to wrap both arms around her. She was surprised that he could get between her and the door, but she wasn’t about to complain.

He moved one hand up to her head, holding her in place as he continued to pillage her mouth.

Her lips burned where he pressed against them, her nerves sung. Everything in her body came alive at once and begged for more.

Wow, had kissing ever been so good before? Had she ever been so turned on by just kissing?

Soph could feel liquid pool low in her stomach, setting her body ablaze.

She felt something press into the back of her knees and realized that she had been walking, when she stopped. Eyes closed, she stumbled under the pressure, and fell back against the table.

Sophie felt a moment of panic.

What if the table didn’t hold her? But it did.

It held his weight too, when he followed her down, kissing her like he couldn’t get enough of her. Like he wanted to eat her alive.

And she felt devoured, consumed. No longer who she was, but a new needy woman who felt lust like a burning tidal wave.

His body weight on her felt amazing. His hips pressed to hers, angling his hardness against the juncture of her thighs.

Rubbing, but not enough.

When he broke the kiss, she reached up to pull him back.

With a chuckle, he intercepted, pulling her hands up above her head. He seemed to really like that position. And she had to admit, that she did too.

Her heart beat too fast in her chest, and she couldn’t catch her breath but Sophie didn’t care as long as she could keep feeling this way. As long as he could make it better.

“Keep them there,” he demanded before moving down her body, pressing open mouthed kisses along her neck, only stopping to nip the skin at her pulse point.

It should hurt, and it did a little, but it also caused a fresh wave of moisture to her nether regions. The sting like a live wire beneath her skin.

“I wonder what that scar is from. Such a thin white line. Hmm?” he asked, as if she would be able to answer him.

At her silence, he looked down. “Shirts in the way. But I can take care of that.” He grinned, the look hungry, predatory, full of promise of sensual delight.

But she couldn’t let him take her shirt off! She had scars from the bullet, and from the surgery to remove that offending piece of metal and saved her life. They were pink, puckered and healing. They were gross and ugly.

Panic washed away her desire. Like a tsunami, overwhelming her, it stole her breath, and killed any other emotion.

Soph shook her head, moving her hands to push his away. He couldn’t take it off. He just couldn’t.

In his eyes, for some weird reason, she was beautiful and if she had to see that look turn to pity or disgust then it would kill her.

Surely, it would be too much to handle.

“What’s the matter now? Cat got your tongue? I know that I told you to be quiet before but you don’t have to be silent now.” When he continued to try to push up her top, she grabbed his hands again and shook her head. “Fine. It will be a challenge. I’ll let you keep your top, but I will make you scream. I’ll consider it my mission.”

It was one thing he would never get her to do. But she had to admit that she’d get the benefit of all his hard work!

Need to replace this fear with pleasure again.

So she didn’t stop him this time when he leaned forward.

He pressed an open mouth kiss on her right nipple before taking it right into his mouth. He sucked on the hardening bud right through her shirt and her thin bra.

The sensation was beautiful, wondrous, life changing. When he rubbed his tongue against her, she arched into him, wanting more.

Her flesh puckered, begging for him in ways that she couldn’t.

He chuckled and moved down, placing small kisses against her clothed stomach.

She was sure that he felt the slight roundness of her tummy, but he didn’t seem to mind, and she wouldn’t either.

She was too out of her mind with pleasure. Heck, he didn’t even seem to notice the blood that streaked her shirt.

Or maybe he did and didn’t care.

It didn’t take long for him to unbutton and unzip her pants. She knew that she should stop him, but she didn’t have the will.

Never had she been drowning in lust as she was at that moment.

Of course, she had never had such an attractive male trying to get in her pants. Who was she kidding? He was already in her pants.

His hand at least.

He hadn’t bothered to remove her jeans, well, not all the way. He simply tugged them a little, peeling her white cotton panties with them, and reached between her trapped thighs.

She knew that he felt how slick she was. She was soaked. And his fingers slid through her folds easily.

He even closed