OWNED & UNTAMED (A Back Down Devil MC Romance Novel) by London Casey, Karolyn James Page B

my breasts exposed, both nipples hard, trying to control my erratic breathing. It was so fucking hot to just be lying there in front of him like that.
    I was his meal…
    That’s what I thought. It made me gush between my legs even more. My toes curled tight around the sheet. The truth was that I was shaking with fear that I wouldn’t be good enough for him. What we had before was young and fun. But he had gone off to experience so much more than me. In fact, besides Duke there were only three other guys in my life.
    Duke stiffened his back and towered over me. His eyes gazed down my body and back up. The sheets were still covering the lower half of my body.
    “Fuck me, sweetie,” he said as his eyes met mine. “You’re more beautiful than ever.”
    “Stop,” I said. My hands fumbled with the sheets, wanting to pull them up. “I haven’t been taking care…”
    Duke leaned over the bed. He grabbed my hands, taking full control against me. He put my hands to the bed. His mouth hovered over mine.
    “You keep your fucking hands on the bed,” he said. “Grip the sheets. You can only move your hands to grab my head. Scratch me as hard as you want, sweetie. Do you understand me?”
    I swallowed hard. “Duke…”
    “You are more beautiful than ever in your life, Belle. I’m telling you that. That’s all that matters. My opinion right now. Because it’s my cock that’s rock hard as I stare at you. Because it’s my mouth watering for your sweet pussy. And that’s exactly what I’m going to get. Right fucking now.”
    Duke put his mouth to mine.
    I had no breath, no words, nothing. I was barely able to move my tongue and kiss back at him. He took his hands from mine. I did as I was told, gripping the sheets. Gently, Duke placed a hand to my lower belly. He lifted up over the bed some more and broke the kiss. I was sideways to him, my head turned, watching as he eyed my body again. It made me shiver. It left me soaked. I was so turned on I felt myself just inches away from falling off the ledge of pleasure.
    I bit my lip as Duke kissed my chest.
    Kiss by perfect kiss, he worked down to my left breast. His left hand came up and cupped my breast from the side, squeezing tight, but not too tight. His lips grazed over my nipple, followed by his tongue. He flicked and raced against me, his mouth then covering my breast, engulfing as much as he could. My breast was too big for his mouth; it had always been that way. But Duke always tried to taste all of me. I arched my back and pressed my chest harder to him.
    His right hand eased down under the sheet and to my panties. His fingers curled over my panties, pressing against me. I let out a whimper and jumped.
    “Easy,” Duke said, his hot breath spreading across my chest.
    “I can’t,” I blurted out. “It’s been too fucking long.”
    Duke nuzzled his nose to my nipple. Then he pressed his fingers harder between my legs. Still over my panties. Fucking torture… but good torture.
    My knees started to shake. I was fighting off orgasm the best I could, but instinct was taking over.
    “How long, sweetie?” he asked.
    “What? Duke…”
    “How fucking long has it been?”
    I felt one of his fingers pull at the edge of my panties. He exposed me from the side, his fingers touching my slick fold.
    “Fuck,” I said. “A year. A fucking year.”
    He then moved up and the world started to move faster than I ever thought possible.
    Duke tore the sheet off me. He grabbed my panties and ripped them apart at the sides like he was opening a bag of chips. His hand then touched my soft mound. I always took care of myself, for no reason whatsoever until that moment. Again, his rough touch to my soft skin. The contrast was always present with me and Duke. From the day we met.
    His mouth came down to my belly button. I let out a groan. He started to kiss me, inching down. Slowly. So fucking slowly. His kisses were purposely slow and purposely loud, trying to destroy