Cards of Love: Judgment

by Jenika Snow

  And regardless of anything else, where our lives had led us, what had happened in our pasts, I wasn’t going to stop this. Nothing would get in the way of me being with the man I loved.

  Chapter Ten

  Arsen

  I cupped both sides of Harper’s neck, keeping her face pressed right to mine, feeling her pulse beat beneath my hand, right below her ear, telling me exactly how turned on she was right now.

  Breaking the kiss, I trailed my mouth along her cheek, over her jawline, and down to her throat. I groaned deeply against her neck.

  I knew she’d taste this way, sweet, her surrender the juiciest fucking thing that had ever consumed me.

  Groaning, all I could think about was all the ways I wanted to defile her, all the fucking ways I’d mark her up. I flattened my tongue and ran it up the length of her neck. I saw her spread out before me on my bed, my sheets smelling like her, her hair along my pillow.

  I moved my hands down to her chest, cupped her breasts, groaning against her throat, wanting her clothes off, her skin pressed to mine. Her nipples were rock-hard behind the material of her shirt, and all I wanted to do was to pull the material away, tear the fucking fabric until there was nothing between us.

  “Harper,” I groaned and closed my eyes, digging my cock against her belly. My dick jerked against my zipper. There’s no doubt I could have come in my pants from this alone, from grinding against her, feeling her body pressed to mine, smelling her scent, getting drunk off her flavor.

  I wanted her, and I was going to have her.

  “You feel that?” I said and ground myself against her again, being vulgar, needing her to see, feel the type of man I’d become. We weren’t kids anymore. I was a criminal, a murderer, and here I was knowing I wouldn’t push her away.

  I couldn’t.

  “You feel what you do to me, baby?”

  She nodded and licked her lips. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “It’s all for you. Only you.”

  She moaned, and the sound went right into my body. I started kissing her harder, running my tongue along her lips before dipping it into the hot recess of her mouth.

  I pulled back and looked at her face, all kinds of possessiveness slamming into me. I could have dropped to my knees right now, told her I worshipped the ground she walked on. I should just lay it all bare, explain the lengths I’d go for her.

  She knows.

  “Harper,” I whispered.

  She had this drugged expression covering her face, and the very male part of me, the side that was a fiend for her, always had been, pushed forward. There was no way I could give her the soft and easy she deserved. Right here, right now I was a fucking animal just waiting to be let free.

  Better to let her see the man I’d become, really show her what she was getting into.

  I took a step back, my body rigid, tight. I knew she could see the shift in me.

  I watched as her throat moved when she swallowed. “So, baby, get ready for it all, because I can’t be sweet or gentle, not even if you deserve it.”

  She shook her head. “I just want you.”

  I groaned and closed my eyes. God, I loved this woman.

  “I want to see you on the bed on your hands and knees.” I opened my eyes and stared at her, knowing I probably looked feral. “I want your ass in the air, Harper.” She started breathing harder, her mouth parting, her cheeks this gorgeous red color. “I’m being a dirty bastard right now, but I can’t help it.” I continued to stare in her eyes. “And I want you to see, to feel all of me, all of this.” She opened her mouth as if to protest, but I leaned in and licked her lips, her flavor making me groan. “I want to leave my mark on you, want you filled with my cum.”

  “Arsen,” she whispered against my mouth.

  I was still by her lips, our breath mingling, becoming one.

  “Tell me more.”

  I closed my eyes at her softly spoken words. Resting my forehead against hers, I breathed in and out, my eyes closed, my need so intense I was on the verge of shaking. “I want to spread your legs and look at your cunt, one I’ve envisioned so many times over the years. I pictured my mouth on you, my tongue lapping at your nectar.” God, I could come from telling her this stuff.

  I didn’t want to talk anymore. All I wanted was her naked beneath me, her legs spread, and me devouring every fucking part of her.

  I pulled back and opened my eyes, not moving, not speaking for a suspended moment. And then I took her mouth again, fucked her with my tongue and lips, our teeth mashing together as our passion ignited.

  “Arsen. God, I feel like I’m burning alive,” she said between kisses.

  “Fuck, the things I want to do to you…” A gasp left her, and I swallowed it, kissing her harder, pressing my body harder against hers.

  No more thinking.

  I was the one in control, the one who would make her feel so good all she could think about was us together.

  My mind was hazy, and I found myself tearing at her clothes, tossing the remains on the ground and taking a step back to look at all the perfect flesh that was revealed. Although she still had her bra and panties on, I swore to fuck that was hotter than her actually being totally naked.

  She had curves in all the right places, and was even more beautiful than I had ever imagined.

  Mouth dry and throat tight, I started taking off my clothes as I stared at her. “Take the bra off, Harper.”

  I had my clothes off in a matter of seconds, my cock so hard that when it was free from the confines of my underwear, the fucker ached.

  And then she had the bra off.

  The sight of her bared breasts had my mouth watering. Without thinking about anything else, I moved us away from the wall and over to the bed.

  I wanted her spread out for me to devour.

  “Arsen.” She whispered my name, and it had never sounded sweeter than it did right then and there.

  When it came to Harper, I was weak. I’d give her anything she wanted.

  “I need you,” she whispered again. “Take me to the bed.”

  My heart was racing.

  I had her in my arms a second later, cradling her to me as I made my way to the bed. Once she was on the mattress, her long hair spread out across the white sheets, I breathed out slowly and ran my hand over my mouth. A day’s worth of scruff covered my cheeks and jaw, scraping my palm.

  Looking at her breasts, my mouth dried.

  Full, round, perfect mounds greeted me. I was by her a second later, latching my mouth onto one stiff peak. Moving my tongue around her areola, I sucked the taut peak into my mouth and felt her tremble for me. I took her flesh harder and more fiercely in my mouth at the same time I cupped her nape and kept her stationed where I wanted her.

  I alternated to the other breast, sucked, licked, and nipped until both of her nipples were wet and hard for me. Her little pleas for more had my balls drawing up, my cock hardening even more.

  I shifted so I could kiss her, claiming her mouth, probing with my tongue, making her taste all of me.

  “When I slide my dick into your tight, virgin pussy, I want to see you stretched for me. I want to see how much of my big cock you can take. I want you to beg for it all.”

  “God.” She gasped that one word softly.

  I ran my tongue along her bottom lip before moving my face to the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply.

  While licking and kissing her neck, I moved my hand between her thighs. “This is mine, baby girl,” I said and added pressure to her soaked slit. She squirmed beside me and moaned out softly. “Isn’t that right?”

  She nodded but didn’t answer verbally.

  I slid my finger through her cleft, her pussy so wet for me that my movements were slick, fluid. I ran my tongue over her collarbone. “I’d do anything for you. Always.” I pulled back and looked into her eyes. “You’re all I thought about while locked away. I imagined holding you, touching you, finally telling you all the ways you made me feel.”
I kept my hand on her pussy, stroking her clit while I stared into her eyes. “And now I have you here. Now I can really love you.”

  “Yes,” she moaned and closed her eyes as I started really strumming her clit.

  “From the moment I saw you, knew what you mean to me, knew no other woman would do … it’s only been you for me.” I kissed her again, and she held on to my arms, her nails digging into my flesh. “I want to slide my cock deep into your body, feel you clench around me, pop that virgin cherry so I’m the only one who will ever own it.”

  “God, I want that, too,” she moaned. She lifted her hips, causing my hand to press harder against her.

  I kissed her brutally, our lips classing together.

  She writhed for me and held on to my biceps with unyielding force. All I could think of was one thing.

  Mine.

  A moan left her, and before she could suck in another lungful of air, I was moving down her body until my face was at the junction between her thighs.

  I needed to taste her.

  My life depended on it.

  I stared between her thighs at her perfect, pink, wet pussy. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I lifted my gaze up her body, taking in the fact she was curvier than she had been in the past. She looked like a full, gorgeous woman.

  My cock jerked again.

  Harper breathed out, the soft sound leaving her. I lifted my gaze to her face.

  “I need you,” she begged.

  Fuck, I needed her too. I leaned down and inhaled the sweet yet musky scent of her arousal. She was addicting, so fucking primed and ready for me. She made me feel drunk with the sight of her, the way she pleaded with me for more.

  I ran my tongue first along her left inner thigh, and then moved to the other side, wanting to taste every inch of her, memorize it until I couldn’t even think straight.

  “Baby,” I groaned against her flesh.

  She had her hands in my hair a second later and tugged at the strands forcefully. I hissed, loving the pain she caused me.

  I squeezed my hands on her thighs and moaned. Latching my mouth right over her pussy, I sucked. Her pussy lips were swollen from her arousal, and I curled my fingers into the flesh of her thighs even more. I suckled on her for long seconds, not wanting to stop but finally forcing myself to pull away and look down at her pussy.

  Fuck.

  I reached between my legs and rubbed my cock, needing some friction.

  “Please, Arsen.”

  A guttural groan left me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I leaned forward and ate her out like my life depended on it.

  The sweet, musky smell and flavor of her exploded on my tongue. I licked and sucked at her flesh harder, with more fervor. The sounds she made drove me insane with lust.

  Pulling her pussy lips apart with my thumbs, I flattened my tongue and slowly dragged it up her slit.

  She cried out for me.

  I sucked her clit into my mouth at the same time I pushed two of my fingers into her clenching body. Her pussy instantly gripped the digits in rhythmic pulls, making me grunt in pleasure. She was so damn responsive to me.

  “So good,” I murmured against her, not able to stop myself. I sucked on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound, wanting—needing—her to come.

  “Arsen,” she gasped and then came.

  I didn’t stop working my mouth on her as she exploded for me and gave me her everything.

  She tugged at the strands of my hair forcefully, and I fucking loved it. I was so fucking turned on that I wasn’t even trying to hide the fact I was dry humping the hell out of the mattress. I needed the friction like I needed her to come again.

  Forcing myself to pull away was hard as fuck. I stared at her as I licked my lips, tasting the addictive flavor of her pussy covering my mouth.

  God, she tasted so damn good.

  She’d risen up on her elbows, watching me, her eyes wide, her hair mussed.

  “Lie back with your legs spread as wide as you can get them, baby. You know what I want to see.”

  She did what I said without any hesitation, without any apprehension. A deep noise left me in pleasure, and I found myself gripping my dick like a fucking degenerate, stroking myself as I watched her.

  Harper placed her feet flat on the bed and spread her legs wide. God, the way her pussy lips parted, exposing how pink she was for me, had me clashing my teeth together as all that perfection was revealed.

  “That’s it, pretty girl.”

  For a moment all I did was stare at her, because truthfully I couldn’t even fucking move. I was so turned on I was about to spray my load all over the fucking carpet.

  “That pussy is mine. All. Fucking. Mine. Harper.” I stared at her face then, showing her how serious I was.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I saw the drugged look on her expression, knew she was primed for me, right here in this moment.

  There had never been anyone else for me.

  “You’re mine?”

  She nodded. “I’ve always been yours, Arsen.”

  Harper was my everything, and being in prison only had my emotions for her becoming stronger, more intense … violent even.

  I needed to be with her like I needed to breathe. This was about giving myself to Harper in every single way until there was nothing left.

  Chapter Eleven

  Harper

  I’d thought about this moment plenty of times, fantasized about how it would be to finally have Arsen to myself. It would be passionate, consuming … filthy. It would take my breath away and leave me a shaking mess.

  I knew this because when I looked at Arsen, that’s how I felt. He didn’t even have to touch me, didn’t have to say one word. Just a look in my direction and my knees threatened to buckle, my heart racing … my pussy becoming wet.

  So I knew being with him in this way, sexually, possessively … intensely, would be mind-numbing.

  And it was.

  It is.

  I was on the bed, totally naked, my legs spread, and Arsen staring at me like he was barely hanging on to his control.

  I knew the feeling.

  We were both naked, and as much as I knew we should take things slow, savor this, I knew it wouldn’t go down that way.

  I didn’t want it to.

  My throat was tight, my mouth dry.

  Every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity, and my heart jackknifed behind my ribs. Arsen was big and muscular, far larger than what he’d been before going to prison. He looked like a man now, hard edges and a fierce composure.

  And his tattoos … far more than he’d had before going into prison. They were dangerous, frightening, and even aggressive in their appearance.

  And they turned me on even more.

  So much strength it made me breathless.

  “Harper,” he whispered in this gruff voice, pitched low, deadly. “I want to make this good for you, baby.”

  “Don’t hold back.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I don’t want easy or gentle. I just want you.”

  I was wet, almost embarrassingly so.

  He moved back enough that I could see the long, hard, impressive length of his shaft.

  He had a dark line of hair that started right below his belly button and continued its downward path to his cock.

  My mouth dried at the size of him.

  The thought came to mind that he was so thick and long I didn’t know if he’d fit comfortably inside of me. It was a ludicrous thought, because I knew I was made for him, built for whatever he had to give me. But I didn’t care, because I’d take every last inch of him.

  “Harper, baby girl, I’m hanging onto a thread here, and you staring at my dick isn’t helping my self-control.” His voice was sharp, like a serrated blade running across my naked body.

  I shivered in response and lifted my gaze to look into his face.

  His eyes were half-closed, his head
lowered. Arsen looked feral, which matched his outward appearance to a T. He reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking the thick, long length obscenely. “You want this?”

  “God,” I whispered, that lone word leaving me. “Yes.” I stared into his darkened eyes again, seeing my beautiful monster standing before me, ready to claim me. “Come here. Take me.”

  He closed his eyes for a moment as if grappling with some inner struggle. But then he opened his eyes and stepped forward.

  He smoothed a finger down the side of my neck, stopping right at my pulse point, adding a little pressure. “Can you love me for me, for the man I’ve become?”

  This was about us; it always had been and it always would be.

  I rose up so I was now sitting, wrapped my hand around his thick wrist, and pulled him onto the bed. He looked at me for a second, then cupped both sides of my face and leaned in to kiss me hard and possessively, as if finally saying fuck it and going after what he wanted.

  Me.

  I wanted—needed—him inside of me, and I wasn’t above begging him to take me in every single way that mattered.

  So much time had already passed that I was tired of pushing off what I’d always waited for, tired of trying to pretend like I could live without Arsen in my life the way I’d always seen us … hoped for.

  We’d waited so long already.

  “I need you.”

  The way he tilted my head and deepened the kiss had me moaning against his lips.

  “Not nearly as much as I need you, baby,” he murmured against my mouth.

  He used his upper body to push me back on the bed, his huge chest covering my much smaller one. For long moments all he did was kiss me—fucking my mouth with his lips and tongue in the same way I wanted him to do between my thighs.

  “I’m so fucking hard for you, so ready to finally claim you.” He started thrusting his cock against my pussy, my wetness making his movements fluid, easy.

  “Arsen,” I groaned.