Page 147 of The Darkest Chase

Yet even with that menace in his smile, there’s a sweetness there, too.

And it’s there when he kisses me, when he lets go of my hips to slowly move his hands up my back. His mouth caresses mine so gently with a promise.

I’m only here as long as I want to be.

If it’s ever too much, I know he’ll stop.

And it’s that belief, that faith, that lets me melt against him, sinking into his sultry kiss with a sigh.

God, this feels good.

Micah spreads my thighs, his cock so hot inside me, this slow inferno slipping deeper, deeper with each moment his mouth teases over mine.

His tongue probes inside my mouth, his hands so sure and firm on my naked skin.

If it were just this, I could stay this way until dawn, languishing in his glory.

But I know better.

I know, and just as I let my guard down, kissing him with pure reverence, he moves.

His hand swats my ass, an open-palmed smack! that stings just enough to make me gasp and jerk my hips forward.

I let out a broken moan as his cock plunges up, prodding that sensitive spot that makes every nerve ending a shrieking ball of sweet agony.

My back arches as I break his kiss, digging my nails into his shoulders and tossing my head back.

Big mistake.

Because all I’m doing is baring myself to him—and before I can hope to recover, his mouth latches on to the upper curve of my breast.

He’s kissing and sucking and biting with a fierceness he’s trained me to love.

And it’s only the first move of that lethal mouth before his lips work on my nipples and then dart away with the lightest sparking tease.

All while his worn hands dig into my ass, slowly flinging me up and down on his cock.

“Woman, you’re flushed. I want you red,” he spits.

Oh God.

There’s no escaping him.

No matter how I twist, how I tense, how I shudder, I can’t help feeling him turning me inside out.

He wrecks me even with the slowest thrusts.

And there’s no stopping the soft sounds pouring out of me, whimpers and cries rushing out.

I can’t help the sounds rising between my thighs, either.

Each time I jerk in response to his taunting, I’m wetter than before. Our flesh goes damp with sweet, sucking sounds.

His mouth roams my chest, my shoulders, my throat.

Like a true vampire, he’s always so drawn to it, and my pulse flutters as his mouth ghosts vulnerable skin.

Teasing, making me wait for it, the anticipation coiling in a tight, ragged knot in the pit of my stomach.

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