Taming the Wildcat (Sargosian Chronicles) Read Free Page A

her thighs, he forced them open as wide as they would go. All that separated them was the thin fabric of her panties and that of his combat pants. His cock, already hard and aching, throbbed in vicious need.
    “Don’t worry, baby, I got you,” he promised, sliding one hand up the silken length of her thigh. The purple fabric of her dress bunched over his wrist as his fingertips found the ties at the sides of her underwear. He chuckled as he kissed down the side of her neck. “Easy access, I like it.”
    The knots didn’t last long, and within seconds, the tie on one side came loose. She whimpered, a sexy sound in the back of her throat, and wriggled closer. Panting with need, he eased back an inch and ripped the fastening of his pants open. He couldn’t wait…everything about her called out to him like a junkie needing a fix. The only difference was his vice wasn’t a street drug. It was her.
    Released from its confines, his cock sprang free. Biting his lower lip, he crowded her against the desk again, rubbing the thick shaft against her heated pussy lips.
    She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Gripping her hips tightly, he held her in place as he pushed into her. Dear Lady, so tight and wet. Shaking with the effort to not plunge balls deep to the hilt right away, he eased back a bit.
    It seemed she had other ideas. Her hands dropped to his ass. Her nails bit lightly as she gripped and pulled him toward her. He hissed at the sting, but loved how she made him feel. Wanted. Desperately wanted. Needed. Her long, strong legs gave him no room to pull back again so he gave up fighting.
    Staring into her beautiful green eyes, he drove his hips forward with a strong thrust. He couldn’t tell which one of them had gasped louder as he sank his cock deeply into her. Hot, slick muscles gripped him tight and he lost the ability to breathe.
    Leaning forward, he captured her mouth again in a bruising kiss. Long and hot, he poured everything into it. His passion and need, the way she made him feel when she made those sexy little sounds in the back of her throat, everything. Shoving a hand into her hair again, he held her still as he ravished her soft lips.
    Breaking off the kiss, he locked his gaze with hers, demanding her attention. “Don’t close your eyes, baby. Stay with me.”
    Slowly, more slowly than he thought possible, he drew back until he was almost out of her. Reaching down between them, he located and circled his thumb over her clit.
    “No. Eyes open,” he demanded, as she moaned and arched her back. “I want you to see what you do to me. Every…” He slipped his hand free and pushed into her again. A hot, wet ride of sheer sensation. She was so tight he knew she felt every inch of him. “…single thing.”
    He groaned as his hips picked up a rhythm and she matched it perfectly. Crowding closer, he arched over her body in an age old display of dominance and demanded her submission. Something shifted inside him as she fell softly back to the hard surface of the desk. An animalistic satisfaction at her surrender. Her eyes darkened with some unnamed, unrecognized emotion as he stared down at her.
    So open, she didn’t hold anything back, as though she had surrendered herself into his keeping. How could she do that? What had he done to deserve such trust? Her hands slid over his body again. Capturing one of her hands, he laced his fingers through hers and stretched her arm over her head.
    Rolling his hips, he slid against her sensitive clit, which elicited another breathy moan from her. He moved, she responded. He took, she gave. He played her as if she had been made for him alone.
    A primal growl rumbled up from his chest. Sliding his hand down her thigh, he pulled her leg up over his hip and held her there. The move opened her wider to him, so wide she couldn’t have hidden anything from him, even if she’d wanted too. Rolling his hips again, he ground his pelvis against hers, and surged