Owned (Office Intrigue Book 8) Nicole Edwards (classic english novels TXT) 📖

Part of me expected the kiss to be quick, but it wasn’t. In fact, it intensified even more when Talon pressed me into the rail, his hard body pinning me in place as his hands moved, roughly gripping my head in a manner that told me he couldn’t stop himself. I understood all too well because no one had kissed me like this.

“Kissing you…” Talon murmured, “it’s my new addiction.”

That pretty much said it all. This wasn’t a simple mating of tongues. It was a clash of energy that caused vibrations to radiate through my nerve endings. It was a violent hunger that couldn’t quite be sated. I went with my instinct to reach for him, gripping his hip with one hand, sliding my thumb into the belt loop on his jeans, and securing myself to him so he couldn’t get away.

Not that he was trying. No. Not Talon. He was in full control, inhaling, devouring. And here I was, on the opposite end of the spectrum. I’d never felt so out of control, so dangerously close to losing myself.

It wasn’t until the glass I was holding in my other hand disappeared that reality came back. Thinking I’d dropped it, I expected the glass to shatter, but it never did. That was when I remembered Ari was there. He’d taken it. He was watching us.

“Talon,” I mumbled against his mouth, attempting to break the spell because we had an audience.

To my surprise, his lips retreated, but he didn’t release me, pulling back just enough to stare down into my eyes.

“I want you,” he growled softly.

“I want you, too,” I admitted, surprised by my boldness as well as my sincerity.

“Fuck.” Talon jerked me into him, once again crushing his mouth to mine. His hands slid beneath my arms, lifting me like I weighed nothing, until I was suspended, my legs dangling. Without thought, I wrapped my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles so that my body was as close to his as it could possibly get.

While I kissed him, I ground myself against the iron-hard length of him, trying to get the friction necessary to ease the ridiculous ache building inside me. It wasn’t enough, but that didn’t stop me from dry humping him as I threw myself into the kiss.

The next thing I knew, he was moving, walking away from the railing, back toward the house; all the while, he ate at my mouth.

When he stopped, I held on as he leaned forward. A few seconds later, I felt a cushion at my back, realized he was laying me out on the plush outdoor sofa that was set off in a corner section of the veranda. It offered no more privacy than what we’d had before, but it felt more intimate.

“I. Want. You,” Talon bit out, coming over me. “Like I’ve never wanted any fucking thing in my life.”

There was so much conviction in his tone, it should’ve scared me. It probably would have if I hadn’t spent the past twenty-four hours thinking about this man, about how badly I wanted him. Fantasizing about being at his mercy. And here I was in that exact place I’d imagined myself being.

“Now, Braelyn.”

Oh, God.

I knew I should’ve held off, delayed somehow so that I could get my bearings. It would’ve been the smart thing to do.

But smart wasn’t an option because my brain was mush. I was ruled solely by my hormones, my desperate need to feel him inside me. I ached in a manner that was painful, and I knew the only way to alleviate the devastation was to give myself to him.

“Yes,” I whispered.

From that moment, there was no finesse. Talon’s mouth was once again on mine, hard and hungry. He levered himself over me with one hand while his other yanked and jerked at the button on my shorts. Desperation drove me, had me helping him until my shorts were off, his jeans were unbuttoned and shoved down his hips.

Talon pulled back, staring down at me as I felt his flesh pushing against me, sliding into my slickness. There was something we were forgetting, but for the life of me, I didn’t know what.

My hands went to his back, sliding beneath his T-shirt, pulling him closer. And when he drove into me in one soul-shattering thrust, I dug my nails into his skin, arched my back, and came with a vengeance.

“Christ,” Talon exclaimed, his hips retreating.

And then he was fucking me. It was wild, it was spontaneous, and it was the most satisfying feeling. To be at his mercy, to have him filling me, taking me, owning me. In that fraction of a heartbeat, I belonged to him in every way, and it was a rush so intense I felt my head spinning once more.

“Braelyn,” he whispered against my ear as he slid his arms beneath me, holding me so that our bodies were pressed together intimately from chest to knee. “God, baby.”

I came again and again, crying out each time, not caring who heard me, because the only thing that mattered right then was Talon.

When he gripped my hair, yanking my head back, I cried out again. Not from pain but from overwhelming pleasure. The way he manhandled me … there was a lack of control to it that told me he couldn’t restrain himself. That was a power I wielded as far as I was concerned, and it was a heady feeling.

His other hand slid beneath my knee, lifting my leg, changing the angle as he rocked in deeper than I thought possible. Another orgasm crested, and my body was beginning to wear down, my energy flagging, the intensity of the orgasms zapping my strength.

Talon’s voice lowered to a guttural growl, his next words spoken directly into my ear. “I’m going to come inside you, Braelyn.”

It wasn’t a request and it wasn’t a warning. It was merely fact.

And I couldn’t see beyond the exquisite feeling he drove into me. There was no rhyme or reason. I