Chapter 28 #2
A careless sweep of my hand to gain more room sent all my skin products clattering to the stone floor in a smattering of thumps. By the swift, worried glance, they bothered him.
I huffed a laugh and swiveled my hips, my thighs tightening around his rock-hard erection to bring him back. That luscious mouth fell open on a deeply tortured groan. Wet hair fell across his forehead as he bowed forward, his body folding over mine.
His nose nudged my throat to the side, and he kissed my flushed skin. “I want you, little bird, so fucking bad.” His hand roamed my body as we mimicked sex, dry-fucking one another, to glide down my arm and thread his fingers through mine.
“I want to fuck you properly,” he confessed, and the words and sonorous vibration against the shell of my ear were a hot wet lick against my clit.
It ached and throbbed, yearning for his cock.
When he sucked on my earlobe, I gasped as exquisite torture of the best kind barreled through me.
And I almost came. Suddenly, his weight lifted from my back.
He clutched my messy bun, causing a dull sting of pain as he arched my head back to angle me toward him.
I met fiery, lust-addled eyes. “Kiss me,” he growled almost angrily.
My laughter had a wicked bite to it because he was so desperate.
“So cruel, little bird,” he groaned, nipping at my ear.
He straightened, hauling me with him so I was upright and held against his chest. Calloused hands smoothed over the swell of my breasts, his thumbs sweeping across my hard nipples, teasing me.
Oh my gods, yes, yes, yes…
His hips surged forward and back, retreating like a wave on the shore, dragging me along with him as we both crested fast, our hitched gasps and soft moans twining together within the small room.
Stop. We needed to stop before the impending orgasm dashed my mind into oblivion.
I yanked myself free and twisted around fully. He looked beautifully confused as he stumbled back a step, tilting his head in question.
I levered myself upward to sit my ass on the vanity, beads of moisture soaking through my panties, then reached for him. He stepped between my parted thighs, and I cupped my fingers around his jaw, drawing him closer to drag my lips along his in a ghost of a kiss. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” he hissed, with flames shining in a dark gaze.
His lips parted wider, fingers splaying around my waist.
I arched a brow. “Who says I want to kiss you there?”
The slack-jawed startlement was gratifying.
Leaning close, I pressed my lips against the firm curve of a pectoral, smiling at the flex of muscles at the sensual contact.
I brushed an open-mouthed kiss sideways, and a deep groan rumbled from his throat, a tremor against my mouth.
His nipples, like mine, were razor-sharp.
I licked the tip to taste and tease. And draw a desperate moan and make his fingers tighten on my waist.
Then, cruelly, I dragged my fingernails down his chest, sharp enough to leave red lines with beading crimson.
He flinched. “Fuck.” But it wasn’t barked in anger.
I glanced upward, and though his features had hardened at my reckless act, unease and uncertainty gleamed brightly in his eyes, chased quickly by excitement. He liked it. The fear. Pleasure and pain blending together. He was a little fucked up, but then I suppose I was too, wanting him back.
His voice held a serrated edge, the admission slicing through me. “I’ve endured enough pain throughout the years, little bird, to have mastered it. To like it. To want to bite back.”
I stiffened.
My mind snagged on—throughout the years?
Had there been more than the whipping?
He’d glanced downward briefly. And some dark feeling surfaced momentarily.
I looked to where his sight had skimmed. His wrist.
For the first time, I realized that both of his wrists were covered with thin leather and silver chains.
Not a completely uncommon thing. I’d seen them decorating the wrists of celebrities.
However, I had only seen a few leather straps on the celebrities who adorned themselves similarly, but Graysen encased both of his wrists several inches from the wrist joint upward with a thick layer of black and silver.
I’d never thought much about it before.
My troubled thoughts split apart when his fingers cupped my chin and his thumb brushed over my lower lip. “But I sure as fuck am not about to let that gorgeous mouth near my—”
I snapped my teeth. Then burst into laughter as he jerked back in fear.
My grin was broad. “You wish.”
I tangled my hands around his neck. He still looked like he didn’t trust me. That I might gnash my fangs at him at any time. And yet, he still gave in to me when I drew him back down, lips inching closer. “I’m going to bring your House to its knees,” I whispered honestly.
“I know,” Graysen replied, spoken just as honestly, but strangely laced with reverence.
The first touch was tentative. Our mouths feathered over each other. “You’ll burn it to the ground,” he continued, the words brushing my mouth with heat. “Delight in my charcoaled bod—”
I closed my lips over his and swallowed his words. He was right. The Keep and every single Crowther were going to float on a smoky breeze, reduced to cinder and ash with my wrath.
The first taste of him had my soul sighing. And without meaning to, I molded my body into his. He tasted sinfully wicked. Of depravity. Longing and lust.
When his tongue licked in, he groaned desperately, the sound so filthy and needy, my entire body burst to life, igniting like fire tossed into bone-dry kindling.
Sensuality was a blustering, blazing inferno that licked and bit and sucked.
The rapturous beat of our twin-hearts drummed in my ears, and I forgot myself, willingly falling into the flames of Graysen Crowther to let myself burn.
Everywhere he touched, he left behind a scorching imprint on my skin.
I pawed at him as wildly as he did me. As if both of us were fighting to consume the other wholly.
An eerie, otherworldly strain whispered inside my mind with a melodic cadence, urging me to take what I wanted. Claim what belonged to me and only me.
Both of us were made for only the other.
My bones were his.
His blood was mine.
“More.” It wasn’t me who moaned it. “More, little bird, more.”
I tugged roughly on his hair to angle him where I wished because it was a lesson he had to learn. I wound my legs around his narrow hips and purposely pushed my core against him, never letting him break free from the kiss.
His breathing hitched. Spine bowed in reflex, rolling his pelvis instinctively forward.
He loosened a string of curses as he throbbed and swelled even harder, angry and desperate for what it couldn’t have.
When I sucked on his tongue, his hips bucked and he groaned deeply inside my mouth.
“Fuck…fuuuck…” Desperation roughened his voice and his grip on my ass.
“Let me taste you… Suck and flick your pretty swollen clit. Lick my tongue into your wet heat… Let me get you off.”
The movement of his fingertips brushing against the collar encircling my neck woke me up. It was an accidental touch, but enough to remind me of what I had to do.
I blinked, wide-eyed and dazed. Horrified at how easily I’d fallen.
Too far, I’d gone too far.
I pushed him with the flat of my palm. A hard shove against his chest.
He swayed off balance and staggered back a step.
Dropping to the ground, I quickly edged around him and drew in a deep breath to clear my muddled head.
He stared back, shifting his weight while striving to gauge what was going on. Why I’d stopped.
Crossing my arms and gathering a handful of damp fabric, I pulled the dress off, tossing it over my shoulder to fall to the pebbled floor in a tumble of yellow.
Bracing my hands on my hips, I stood in front of him in only my underthings.
Pure cotton. Simple. Not fancy and certainly not cut in a way to be sexual. Yet I could have been standing there in lace or satin or simply naked with the way he stared. He looked starved, like I was his next meal.