50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Torn: Chapter Seventy-Eight

    Vanilla Brian had the tendency to bite. Not hard enough to break skin, and not hard enough to cause severe pain. Little nips here and there. On Destiny's shoulder, on the curve of her breast, or her upper arm; it didn't matter. Whatever spot he could reach with his mouth, his perfectly straight teeth would either gently scrape across her skin, or would gently clamp around little spots of skin.

    He was also very hands-on, despite only having one hand to work with. If his arm wasn't curled around her, then he was cupping her breast in his hand, pinching the tip of it, caressing her face, or dragging his fingers down the length of her back, causing her to shudder with excitement.

    There were a lot of stereotypes thrown around in regards to size, based on a man's race. Brian was in no way lacking in the size department. He was large enough to cause her to gasp upon entry. This was a fact she'd been made aware of the first time they were intimate, but a fact that she hadn't quite remembered until he was whispering sweet nothings into her ear while stretching out her insides.

    His eyes raked in every curve of her body, every line. The intensity and passion that dwell in his gaze belied the joking personality that he showcased to the world every day. He peeled off the exterior layers that made up Brian Davies and exposed the raw components beneath.

    She rode him slowly at first, rocking back and forth with her arms wrapped around her neck. As he was studying her, she studied him. She watched the way the muscles in his arm flexed when he moved it, watched the subtle changes in his facial expression as she rode him. When her arms weren't around his neck, she was running her fingers through his hair.

    For the longest time, she didn't compare lovemaking with him to lovemaking with Aubrey. She focused on him - how he looked, how good he smelled, how he sounded, how he felt, and how he was making her feel. Over time, she couldn't help but compare the two. It wasn't something she did consciously. But lovemaking with Aubrey usually consisted of a lot of talking. Lovemaking with Brian was different. Not much talking at all, but a lot of groaning on his part and moaning on her part. There were no declarations that she belonged to him, but a look in his eyes that was possessive in nature. Although he didn't speak of ownership, he touched her as if her skin was his alone to touch. The power he possessed was understated, and that somehow made it even more pronounced. Instead of using words, they used their eyes to communicate how they felt. While there was nothing wrong with declarations of ownership, especially given how Destiny was growing to like them...there was still an untouchable beauty in words not having to be spoken. There was an intimacy there that she hadn't quite experienced before.

    It didn't take long for him to pick up on her habit of sucking bottom lips. He returned the gesture as she rocked slowly on top of him. That lone act set off a chain reaction of passionate kisses. When they came up for air, his blue eyes reflected blind lust. "You're treating me like I'm a piece of glass."

    "Your arm," she whispered. "I don't want to hurt it."

    "Let me worry about that," he told her.

    "Are you sure?"

    "You didn't give me much choice earlier, did you?" he asked with his lips formed into a lopsided grin. His fingertips danced down her spine. "Aren't you the one who said you didn't want me to be nice to you?"

    She nodded.

    "I don't want you to be nice to me, either." His hand lowered to cup her rear end. "I'm not delicate. I'm not fragile."

    She pointedly glanced at his cast.

    He laughed. "You don't believe me? I'm willing to bet that by the time all is said and done, everything on me will hurt except the arm that is in this cast."