Chapter 23 Eloise
Eloise
I close my eyes as Riot’s lips meet mine, the smell of leather and tobacco enveloping me in its warm embrace. Heat coils low in my belly as Riot’s hand slides up my spine, coming to rest at the back of my neck as he deepens the kiss.
The twin rings on his lower lip are cool and hard, so different from the surrounding flesh—but not unpleasant. Without thinking, I slide my tongue over them, needing to know what it feels like. Riot answers with a throaty groan, his grip tightening around the back of my neck.
“Fuck me,” he breathes.
Riot pulls me flush against him, and I gasp, the hard outline of his cock pressing into my stomach. Riot smirks at my wide-eyed expression, then swoops down, crashing his mouth against mine in a bruising kiss.
When he pulls back, I’m breathless and flushed, the fire in my blood boiling me from the inside.
It makes my knees weak and bleeds all rational thought from my mind, replacing it with a burning desire only Riot’s touch can sate.
I bury my face into Riot’s chest, his scent invading my senses and adding kindling to the fire burning in my core.
More. I need more.
I gaze up at Riot through hooded eyes, and his expression morphs into something animalistic.
With a growl, he crouches, sliding his arm under the back of my knees and scooping me off the floor.
His steps are sure and swift as he carries me inside, up the stairs, and down a long hallway, stopping at the final door on his right.
His mouth crashes to mine as he slams his back to the door, popping the heavy wood slab from its hinges in his haste to get into the bedroom. He stumbles backward to the bed, the back of his thighs hitting the mattress with a soft thump—and his passionate kiss never breaks.
Riot pulls back, and I get a glance of the ocean through the bedroom window, but it’s just for a second. In the next, Riot turns around, placing me gently onto the mattress.
I lie on my back, my heart hammering in my chest as Riot slowly crawls on top. His toned forearms brace on either side of my head as he looks down at me, golden eyes shining bright with hunger.
“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, gaze tracing longingly over my features. “So mine.”
My breath catches in my throat as he leans down, pressing his lips to mine, and pleasure zings across my skin.
One hand braces as the other brushes along the side of my jaw, his touch featherlight.
Riot cups my throat, squeezing lightly as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping over mine expertly, driving me mad
Breaking away, his lips move down my chin, carving a heated path down my throat. He pauses at the dip between my shoulder and collarbone, pressing his face into my skin and taking a deep, prolonged inhale.
“So fucking delicious,” he growls, the timbre of his voice sending shivers down my spine. “I want to taste.”
I gasp as his teeth sink into the base of my throat, the spark of pain mingling with pleasure. Riot continues kissing down my neck and chest, his touch covering my skin with heated tingles wherever it roams.
Riot’s fingertips lightly brush over my breasts—but it’s enough to bring me crashing back to reality.
“Riot,” I gasp, bringing my hands to his shoulders and shoving weakly. “Riot, wait…”
His lips press between my breasts, and he slowly draws his head up to meet my gaze. “Yes, little muse?”
“I…” I try to remember why I wanted to stop, but the growing fog in my mind is making it difficult. An image of Riot’s earlier expression flashes, reminding me of the anguish he was dealing with not long ago.
I ball my fists in his shirt. “Riot, are you sure you want to do this? After… today?”
Riot’s expression twists in a frown. He pulls me into his arms, sitting back against the headboard. I wiggle in his hold, and he lowers me so I’m facing him, straddling his hips, one arm wrapped like a vise around my waist.
The other slides up my chest, curling lightly around the base of my throat as Riot looks deep into my eyes.
“I need you now more than ever, sweet girl,” he says.
“I need you more than I need to breathe. I can’t go another fucking moment without touching you.
Tasting…” His grip tightens around my throat as his breath hitches. “Let me drown in you.”
I nod, my voice coming out as a throaty whisper. “Yes, please.”
Riot smirks, the hoops on his lower lip becoming more pronounced, seductive. Without thinking, I crash my lips to his, my moan humming into his mouth as the heat in my core grows.
Riot’s fingertips slip beneath the hem of my shirt, lifting it higher on my abdomen as he breaks away to place sensual kisses along my collarbone. He pulls back just long enough to rip the shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my bra and jean shorts.
Riot’s eyes cloud over with a look of sheer wonder as he gazes down at me, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth. His hand tightens around my throat as the other slides up my spine, deftly unclipping the clasp at the back of my bra.
My breasts fall free, nipples pebbling against the flash of cool air. Riot’s thumb brushes over the peak, and I suck in a sharp breath of air, every nerve ending in my body firing to life.
Instinctively, I reach up to cover them, but Riot is faster. He grips my wrists in one hand, then lifts them high above my head, immobilizing me as he studies my body.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning down and running his tongue over my nipple. I shiver at the explosion of sensation, and Riot groans, licking me again before taking the tip between his teeth and nipping lightly.
I gasp, a mix of pleasure and pain heating my blood and clouding my mind with desire. “Please, Riot,” I beg, needing more. Needing to feel him there.
A growl rumbles low in Riot’s throat as he flips me onto my back, pinning my arms to the mattress above my head as his body hovers over mine. He kisses me hard, the embrace bruising and hungry and desperate. I arch my back, desperate to feel more of him, to take things further.
He trails kisses down my jaw, my throat, stopping at my collarbone. His tongue presses into the divot between my shoulder and collarbone, and then his teeth sink into my skin, harder than earlier.
I yelp, my body jerking as his teeth break the skin, and blood pours down my shoulder to the mattress below. Riot pulls away and kisses the area tenderly before trailing his heated kisses lower.
His lips move between my breasts, stopping briefly to toy with each of my peaked nipples. Once he’s had his fill, he trails agonizing kisses down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my shorts with a growl.
He works the button of my shorts, sliding them achingly slowly down my hips, never taking his eyes off mine.
I squirm under the weight of his heated stare as he tosses the shorts to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my lacy purple thong.
Eyes glinting with a manic sheen, he reaches down, ripping the lace from my body with one powerful movement, leaving me wide-eyed and utterly bare.
In a moment of clarity, I realize the scars lining my hips are likely visible in the moonlight, and I tense. Sensing my hesitation, Riot ceases his roaming and reaches up, cupping my cheek as he looks deep into my eyes. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”
I lower my gaze, but Riot’s having none of it. His grip tightens around my jaw as he guides my eyes back up to his. “Not so fast. You don’t get to run away. Not from me.”
Riot presses a tender kiss to my lips, his fingertips working gentle circles over the old scars on my hips, his touch heated, spreading sparks to the surrounding area. His touch is so loving, so careful, it brings tears to my eyes, melts my anxiety, and replaces it with a deep, unending longing.
“You’re beautiful, Eloise,” he whispers. “All of you. Nothing could ever change that. Not for me.”
My breath shudders as I reach up, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck.
Instead of answering with words, I press my lips to his, sliding my tongue over the twin hoops, taking the kiss deeper.
Riot groans low in his throat, returning the embrace until we’re both breathless and flushed.
He pulls away just to trail more kisses down my abdomen, stopping at the apex of my thighs, looking up at me with that piercing golden stare.
His hands slide up my thighs, gripping the flesh of my hips. “Do you want me to keep going, sweet girl?”
I nod, desperately, not trusting my voice.
He nips my inner thigh, and I yelp, the sharp sting clearing some of the fog muddying my mind. “Words, Eloise,” he says, voice a sinful rumble. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want… I want you,” I whisper, bucking my hips. “I want your mouth.”
He grins, his lip rings glinting in the moonlight. The sight heats my core. “Where?”
I raise my head, my lips parting in desperation. “Riot, please…”
“Tell me where, Eloise.” He hooks his hands under my knees, spreading my legs wide, but not touching. “If you don’t, I’ll assume—”
“I want you to eat my pussy until I come.”
His head snaps up. “What a dirty little mouth. I’m surprised, Eloise.”
My face heats, but I don’t have time to form a response before Riot’s head delves between my thighs. Riot presses his face to my skin, a deep moan echoing in his chest as he takes a deep inhale.
I take a shuddering breath, and his tongue darts out, licking up my center. He groans deep as he swirls my opening, the vibration spreading fresh waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You taste so fucking good. So fucking addicting.”
Riot pushes his tongue deeper, his groan intensifying and filling the room. I cry out, legs shuddering as he laps at my walls, driving me to a brand-new high. His grip tightens, and he pushes my knees to the mattress, spreading my lips and baring me fully.