Instinctive by Cathryn Fox

moment later he inched back. His lips, warm and silky, hovered over hers as he whispered into her mouth, “I need to fuck you, baby. I need to fuck you real bad.”
    She gyrated against him, desperately needing him to assuage the ache inside her. Barely able to reply she managed to get out, “Yes. Please . . .”
    A growl ripped from his throat and his cock pressed against her so hard, her entire body shuddered in response. His knuckles brushed her heated cheek. Ripples of sensual pleasure danced over her skin, urging her to give herself over to him completely.
    His eyes locked with hers. He thumbed her lips. “But first I need to kiss you. Every square inch of your body. I want to taste your mouth, and your nipples, but mostly I want to taste right here.” He slipped his hand between their bodies and cupped her moist pussy through her thin dress.
    “Please . . . ,” she murmured. “Now.” She widened her legs so he could feel her heat.
    His eyes smoldered. “Oh fuck, baby, you’re not wearing any panties.” Raw excitement laced his voice. In one swift movement,
he gathered her into his arms and carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. He deposited her onto his mattress and stood back to look at her.
    She whimpered, unable to vocalize what she needed, or just how crazed this man, this stranger, made her feel.
    Slyck quickly removed his clothes and stood before her, looking completely comfortable in his own skin. After she took in the sexy artistic ink on his upper arm, her glance traveled to the plethora of deep clawlike scars marring his flesh and everything inside her softened.
    “Slyck?” she questioned.
    “It’s okay. They’re from a long time ago.”
    She understood that he didn’t want to talk about it now, so she nodded her head and continued with her slow perusal. Even with the scars, he had the most beautiful body she’d ever set eyes on. Athletic, with broad shoulders, striated muscles, a magnificent chest, rock-hard abs, and an even harder cock.
    She bit down on her bottom lip with longing when she saw the impressive size of his erection. Impatience thrummed through her, and she flushed hotly. “Come here.” She reached for him, needing intimate contact.
    When he didn’t make a move, her glance traveled to his face, questioning him.
    “Open your legs.” His voice was a low, velvet seduction. “Show me your pussy.”
    Muscles tightening with arousal, Jaclyn eased her legs open, offering her naked sex up to him. “Like this?” she asked.
    A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Exactly like that.”

    He stood there for a long time, just looking. Desire coiled deep in her belly. Oh God, was he ever going to fuck her?
    “Slyck, please,” she begged shamelessly. “I need you inside me.”
    Then he did the strangest thing. He climbed between her thighs, buried his nose into her pussy, and inhaled. Taking long, deep breaths as he filled his lungs with her scent.
    Warmth streaked through her when a low growl rumbled in the depths of his throat. Then he flicked his tongue out and swiped it across her sensitized clit—a furtive brush that reminded her of a kitty lapping at its cream. A purr resonated through her body and brought on a shudder.
    “So delicious,” he whispered against her trembling sex.
    She quivered beneath his invading tongue and gripped the bedsheets, hanging on for what she suspected was going to be the best ride of her life. As though sensing her mounting desire, he took full possession of her pussy. His light, delicate laves turned into long, luxurious strokes, and just like that, he made her come.
    Her entire body clenched as an intense orgasm took her by surprise. “Oh God, Slyck,” she cried out, racing her fingers through his thick hair as his mouth devoured every drop of her release. Good Lord, nobody had ever made her come so quickly before.
    When her tremors subsided, he pushed on her legs, spreading them even more. His gaze raced over her skin, as though searching for