Page 97 of The Verdict

“Mine,” he murmured and latched his mouth to my neck, branding his teeth to my skin.

I faced him, cupping his cheeks in my hands. “Mine,” I said in return, reaching for the buttons on his shirt.

He was solid as stone, unmoving as I undid his shirt, careful when I moved it over his wounded shoulder and down his arms.

“Dr. Nilsen should look at this.” I touched the edge of the bandage, the center stained with dried blood.

He pushed my hand aside, sliding his hand around my neck and hauling my mouth to his. “I’ll be fine.” His kiss was heavy. Like he’d been holding the weight of the world on his shoulders these last hours and now could finally let it go.“I thought I’d lost you.”

My throat tightened. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

I reached lower between us, finding the waist of his pants and feeling the fabric stretched over his thickness. Need sparked hot and urgent in my core as I unzipped his fly and freed his heavy cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned low as I cupped him, stroking the massive length with hard pulls.

He gripped my shoulders, but before he could move me—before he could take over—I dropped to my knees in front of him, and the wild look of lust in his eyes made my sex clench to the point where I had to move my legs closer to ease the ache.

“Merritt.”

“I want to taste you,” I said, holding his gaze as I stuck out my tongue and flicked it over one balled end of his piercing. I didn’t even touch skin, only metal, and the way he shuddered in response was mesmerizing.

He was exquisite like this. Naked. Wounded. Bloody.Pierced.

“Tease,” he ground out.

I smiled and licked him again, this time from one end of the metal to the other, along the head of his cock. Instantly, moisture began to pool at the tip.

“Suck me or fuck me, my little thief, or I’ll make the decision for you.”

I couldn’t stop my moan even as I opened my mouth and closed my lips over him. His rough grunts and curses were like music to my ears as my tongue explored him. Every ridge and dent. The tiny slit at the very end. And, of course, where the metal penetrated his flesh.

Deeper and deeper I took him until I felt the hard metal against the back of my throat.

“God, Merritt,” he said, pleading, as my mouth worked his length.

My lips were stretched so wide, I couldn’t control the spit that leaked from the corners as my tongue stroked over him. I tried to move faster, but I had to be careful of the metal against my teeth.

“You make my mouth water,” he said with a low growl, his hand toying with my hair.

I looked up at him, watching him as he watched me suckhis cock. His jaw flexed wildly, every ridge of his chest and abdomen covered in a sheen of sweat. Before long, his hips started to rock forward, unable to stop himself, and the thrill—the power—was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

“Fuck,” he swore roughly and tightened his grip on my hair, forcing me to stop. “I need to be inside you.”

I whimpered, and he let out a hoarse chuckle.

“Tomorrow, I’ll feed you my cock for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but tonight…” He hissed low and wedged his thumb between my lips, prying my jaw wide so he could pull his cock free. “Right now, I need to be buried inside you.”

My jaw closed instinctively, sore from being held so far open as he pulled me to my feet.And then higher?—

“Rhys, your shoulder!” I said when he lifted me, but my protest was ignored. He manhandled me like a beautiful brute, laying me on his bed and claiming my mouth with a hot kiss that was both demanding and tender.

I shivered and clung to him—clung to everything about this man that hadn’t given up on me no matter what I’d done. No matter what I’d said.

“Hold the headboard,” he ordered, dragging his mouth to my neck and sucking.

I stretched my arms above my head and gripped the metal bars as he rose up and gripped my knees.

“Fuck, you’re so wet and beautiful.” He bent my legs up close to my chest, taking a long, hungry look at the way my pussy was spread open for him. “God, I want you so fucking bad.”

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