Page 88 of The Dark Before Light

I suck in a breath. “I… I want to be.”

His mouth twitches. “I can work with that. Do you want to talk about what just happened now or later?”

“How about never?”

“Later, then.”

His lips graze my forehead, then dip to my neck. He takes another deep inhale. I’m too turned on to care that I haven’t showered today, that I’m not wearing deodorant. He sucks me in like he can’t get enough, his cock twitching against my stomach.

“I need to fuck you, mo ghrá. So, so badly. Do you want me back inside your perfect little pussy?”

I suck in a breath, my body temperature skyrocketing. He chuckles darkly and licks a line up my neck. My knees weaken.

“You like my filthy mouth, don’t you?” His voice lowers even more, rumbling through me. “It’s you—you did this. You make me an animal. If you told me you wanted to shower right now, I’d say it’s not fucking happening. I want you sweaty and dirty. Sloppy. Soaking. Wild.”

An unhinged moan leaves my mouth. He jerks me against him, a hand diving beneath the waistband at the back of my leggings, fingers seeking until they find my center. One long finger sinks inside me, then two. I’m on my tiptoes, helpless to do anything but cling to his shoulders as he rocks me on his hand.

Lips against my temple, he murmurs, “All this cream for me, sweetheart?”

I gasp. “Yes.”

“Only for me?” he growls, almost lifting me from the floor.

“Yes!”

“I know you said you’d be in charge, but I—” His breath shudders out of him, and I register the tremble in his frame. How hard he’s trying to control himself.

You make me an animal.

I turn my head, taking his mouth. Soft to soft. Heat to heat. I bite his lower lip, then lick it. “I’m an animal, too. Let’s see who’s more vicious.”

The sound he makes raises the hairs on the back of my neck and makes me pulse around his fingers. He lifts me from the floor, one arm around my waist, his hand still anchored in my pussy. I spend the walk to my bedroom painting his taut throat with my lips and tongue. When I bite down on muscle, he gasps. Then we’re falling onto my bed.

He withdraws his fingers and drags my sports bra over my head. It catches on my hair tie, pulling it and several strands of hair out. At my wince, his eyes flash to mine.

“Shit. Sor?—”

“Shut up.” I grab his face and guide it to my chest. He devours my breasts with hands, lips, tongue, and teeth. Throwing my head back, I writhe against him, the base of his hard cock gliding against my clit. Another minute of this and I’ll come.

“Good boy,” I purr.

Kieran freezes. A smile spreads on my face as his head lifts from my chest, blue eyes an inferno.

“I’m not sure I like that.”

I bat my eyelashes. “Oh, you like it. Because you want to please me. Don’t you?”

His forehead drops to mine, a groan in his throat as he thrusts against me. “Honestly, it makes me want to spank the shit out of you.”

I grab his ass, then smack one cheek. Hard.

“Jesus fuck,” he hisses.

I laugh as he yanks my arms over my head, pinning my wrists in one hand. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I undulate against him. He pivots his hips away, not giving me friction. I snarl up at him.

He laughs even as black swallows more blue in his eyes. Staring down at me, he drags his free hand down my torso. His gaze falls, narrowing on the sweep of his thumb against my waistband.

“Are you on birth control?” he asks abruptly.

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