Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

I have been waiting to do a smutty scene for this weeks Book Boyfriend! I love him so!!! He's so hot he's on FIYA!! Let me get my snowballs ready!! ;)

Book Boyfriend of the week:
Conall/Con

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

The hardest thing he'd ever done was keep from tearing off her clothes and plunging inisde her, especially when she began to rock against him, her lean form undulating in sinuous waves. A softly uttered "No" accompanied every roll of her hips. Her body was willing, but her mind still hadn't accepted this. If he did what his body was demanding, a hard, fast fuck, she'd be on board. But the tenderness was scaring her.

"Easy," he murmured, as he kissed a trail down her jaw, to her throat, where her pulse beat madly beneath his lips. "If you truly don't want this, I'll stop. but it's time for you, isn't it?"

He knew it wasn't. Oh, she was giving off the usual succubus fuck-me vibes, but not in desperate, take-me now quantities. But she was nervous, afraid, and she needed an excuse to go with this because she wanted to, not because she required it.

"Yes," she rasped, the lie seeming to catch in her throat..

"Then I'll take care of you," he murmured. The problem, he realized, as his hunger surfaced, would be taking care of himself.

***

Writhing, she dropped her head onto the hardwood floor with a frustrated curse. "Stop teasing." She went for his pants again, but he stopped her, his grip on her wrist ruthless almost to the point of pain.

"I'm going to make love to you, Sin. We're not going to fuck. We're taking it slow, with lots of that foreplay I talked about."

Her chest constricted with alarm, "Why?"

He made a sound that was something between a chuckle and a purr. "Only you would question extended erotic play." His fingers delved between her legs, feathering over the fleshy lips of her sex. "And I intend to turn you into my personal playground."

Oh, Jesus. "I...can't." She didn't know how. but more than that, making love would leave her open, vulnerable. Fucking was easy, two bodies slapping together to reach a brief moment of pleasure. Making love involved emotions tangling and minds meeting until the orgasm was more than physical...and she wasn't good at that at all.

***

His lips latching onto her clit, and he sucked hard, his tongue circling and flicking...and then he inserted his finger deep into her core. It was as if lightning had struck her. Every cell in her body exploded with ecstasy, her blood boiled, and pleasure shot up her spine and came out her mouth as a scream. His finger swirled inside her as his mouth continued to work on her flesh, and she came again, over and over, her body bucking uncontrollably, until finally, mercifully, he stopped, and she lay limp on the floor.

He crawled up her body, his muscles tense, bunching as he moved. "I'm not done with you, sweetheart," he growled. "Not. Even. Close."

A tremor shook her body at the undercurrent of possession in his voice. He wasn't done because he hadn't gotten what he wanted out of her yet. And as she looked into his heated gaze, she knew what he wanted.

Her soul.

***

Anger, frustration, and lust combined into a massively caustic mood, but somehow he managed to take it easy instead of pumping into her with punishing thrusts. but maybe in a way the gentle rhythm was the punishment. Forcing her to accept kindness might actually be cruel. It definitely wasn't what she wanted.

"Harder," she moaned, and he intentionally pulled back, holding her on the very edge.

"Am I your first?" he whispered, some deep, selfish part of him wanted to know for sure, wanted to hear her say that he was the only male who had ever made the act about more than tab A into slot B.

She threw her head back, exposing her long, graceful neck and making her hair spill like black silk across the red satin duvet. "Con---"

"Tell me." He ground against her, took her breast into his mouth, and suckled until she whimpered. " Am. I. Your. First?"

"Yes." That one barely audible word was loaded with a lifetime of emotion: regret, anger, sorrow. For a moment, he thought she was going to break down, but then her fingers racked down his back and ass, and he shuddered at the pleasure. "Now, please..."


CONNNNNNNNN!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! I loved this scene so much because he made Sin feel! He made love to her and their relationship was so different after this. Gosh I love this book and this series so much. If you haven't read it get on the ball. You are missing out on a good thing!

I want to give a shout out to my girl Mar who is just as addicted to Con as I am. We have had many conversations over Con and am addicted to him! SNOWBALL!!! More Con shoutouts to Tigris, Marquetta, Princess, and to the awesome Larissa Ione for writing an awesome character that we love!