“You make me dizzy,” she whispered breathlessly as his head lifted, his gaze so dark, so velvet black and intent she felt as though she were sinking inside it.
“Just dizzy, my Mica?” Guttural, rasping with arousal, his voice was deeper, more animalistic than ever before.
Mica let her lashes drift over her eyes as she fought to block out reality, to block out the thought of morning when it came, and Navarro’s mate when he found her. To block out the thought of the pain she would feel when she lost him.
She had the moment, the here and now. And here and now he was hers, and he wasn’t pulling away from her.
It was going to happen, she could feel it. Navarro was hard, insistent, his entire being centered on having her. She could stop him, but she would be the only one that could do it. And she didn’t have the strength to even attempt it. The will to push him away, to have him stop touching her, stop wrapping her in such incredible pleasure, was unthinkable.
She was helpless against him now, needy, as hungry for his touch as he seemed to be for hers.
Her hands moved from his hair as his lips returned to her. His palms cupped the sides of her br**sts, the pads of his thumbs raking over the tender tips of her ni**les as his lips devoured hers once again.
Slanting across hers, his tongue pressing between, possessing her mouth as the subtle sweet taste of honey tempted her senses with a promise of more of its sensual sweetness.
Lost in the rioting sensations rushing through her system, Mica was only barely aware of being lifted against him, the lightest twinge of discomfort in her ribs quickly forgotten as Navarro held her to him and took the few long strides to the opened door of her bedroom.
He broke the kiss as he set her on her feet. They were both panting. It was a good thing the need for air was natural, otherwise Mica didn’t know if she could have found the ability to remember how to breathe.
Her fingers were moving instinctively to the bare muscular expanse of his powerful chest. She could feel his heart beating, hard and insistent, almost as fast as her own. He wanted her. He wanted her, when as far as she could ever learn there had never been another woman within Haven that he had wanted, or that he had taken.
His fingers were at the snap of her jeans, releasing them, pushing them over her hips and helping her to remove them.
Mica was on the verge of moaning at the sheer carnal heat that flooded her body, and sent her juices flooding her pu**y, as he knelt before her, his head at her lower stomach, his lips stroking across it as Mica stared down at him in dazed fascination.
She’d never felt, never experienced anything so incredibly sexy in her life. She’d never read anything this sexy. Never watched it. She hadn’t believed it could exist or that she would ever experience it.
“I didn’t fantasize about this,” she whispered breathlessly. “I didn’t know . . .” Her fingers landed on his shoulders, her nails biting into them as his lips parted and his teeth nipped her flesh sensually.
She couldn’t believe it was happening. It seemed that as long as she had known Cassie Sinclair, she had known Navarro Blaine, and for almost that long, she had been waiting breathlessly for this touch.
“Spread your legs, Mica.” His hand pressed between her thighs, pushing at the inner muscle of one as she trembled before him.
“I don’t know if I can stand up.” Her knees were weak, tremors of pleasure racing through her and stealing her strength.
“I’ll hold you up, baby.” His fingers brushed against the swollen, slick curves of her pu**y as Mica heard the pleading, needy little groan torn from her own throat.
Spreading her legs, she watched, barely daring to breathe now as electric, burning sensation sizzled everywhere he touched her. Parting the saturated curls that covered her pu**y, his fingers stroked through the narrow slit, caressing, stroking down, then up and around her swollen clit, before easing back to the entrance of her pu**y once again. Once there, he rimmed the opening, pressing and rubbing against it firmly.
“I’m going to push my fingers inside you, Mica.” He teased at the opening as her gaze lifted to his, watching the black of his eyes as he stared back at her. “I want to f**k you with my fingers, baby. I need you ready. I need your snug little pu**y so hungry that the pleasure borders pain, and taking me will be easier.”
Her hips tilted forward, the unashamed pleading in the act bringing a rumbling growl from him as his fingers began to ease inside her.
She wasn’t going to be able to stand. She couldn’t. She could feel her legs weakening, becoming rubbery as she fought to stand in place, to take as much pleasure as possible.
As each digit pushed slowly forward, the delicate inner muscles stretched and her juices spilled to his fingers, the pleasure stealing the strength from her body.
She was leaning heavily against him now, eyes closed, the whimpering cries tearing from her throat as her nails bit into his shoulders.
His fingers, the pads a bit calloused, the fingers lean and strong, forged inside her as his head bent, his tongue licking the tender flesh just above her mound.
His fingers pushed farther inside her, a deliberately dominative, quick thrust that filled her halfway and arched her back as a cry tore from her. His fingertips rubbed, caressed and set off a series of internal explosions of pleasure so intense she swore she would melt right there onto the floor.
Exquisite agony raced through her, tightening her pu**y around his fingers, the muscles fluttering around them as convulsive orgasmic clenches overtook the snug inner muscles.