Page 80 of Beneath the Starlight and Storms

“If you want the bracelet charged then you’ll tell meexactlywhat you were thinking before you made that delicious sound.” The atmosphere in the room grows thick with lust as he waits for my reply.

“Resorting to another bargain?” I whisper as he leans down with a devilish grin, capturing my lips once more and drawing out a long, languid kiss that leaves me breathless.

He groans before pulling back, his eyes glowing with a savage inner fire. “You should know by now. I always get what I want in the end. And bargaining isn’t the only tool I can resort to when it comes to you.”

A soft chuckle slips free of my lips. “You mean to trick, maim, or steal something from me?”

Humor flares to life in his eyes at my words but it soon becomes shadowed by the dark gaze he gives me. One that slowly and seductively slides down my body.

Dipping his head, he places a kiss against the curve of my neck making me shiver.

“I’ll slip under your skin when you least expect it,” he reveals. “Seep into your mind and trick your thoughts into believing I’m something more than the man I am.”

Leaning back, his grin turns wolfish as he gazes down at me. “I’ll caress, stroke and kiss every inch of your body, leaving your lips bruised, your body maimed in my touch as I mold it to mine.”

My heartbeat throbs in my ears as a pleasurable ache builds inside me with his wicked promises.

“But most importantly, I’ll steal your heart. I’ll slip past your defenses like the thief I am, strip away your barriers to possess it. To covet the thing I want the most. Protect it as if my life depends on it and guard it with everything I am.” There’s a possessive desperation in his voice. One that contradicts the soft tenderness now in his expression.

A new and unexpected warmth surges through me at his words. But before I get the chance to absorb them, he shifts, distracting me once more.

With one hand on the bed, he holds himself up as he moves the other down my neck and over the curve of my breast to my stomach.

Lower. Lower. Stopping only to trace small circles around my hip, teasing me further, making me desperate for his touch.

“So soft…” he breathes against my lips just before he kisses me long and hard, claiming my mouth as he moves his hand lower again, sliding his finger under my clothes and into my wet heat, drawing a deep, shuddering moan from my lips.

I hear the quick intake of his breath as he does it again but this time slower, so slow I feel every inch of his rough fingers as they drag against my swollen core.

His nearness, his warmth, makes my senses spin and my mind lost to the feel of him.

Dragging my lips from his, I bury my face against his throat as I rock into his touch, needing more.

“Hook…” I plead as desire pools between my legs once more.

He chuckles, pulling back to look me in the eyes. “Tell meexactlywhat you want?” His silky voice holds a challenge as he gives me a possessive look, one filled with a desperate need and longing.

No longer caring about who wins our little game, I grip his head and drag his lips back to mine, releasing everything I feel right now into it and leaving him with a blistering kiss that tingles my lips.

“Touch me, Hook. Make me feel…everything,” I pant.

Hook freezes, his body shuddering as his gaze turns molten.

“You’remine, Tink.” He growls as he leans down, his lips lingering just above mine. “And I’llalwaysbelong to you.” He presses a soft kiss on my lips, a whisper of the promises to come as I try to absorb his vow.

But words and thoughts soon blend into a haze of lust as soon as he touches me.

Placing a soft whisper of a kiss against my mouth, he drags his lips across my jaw, moving down my neck before sucking and kissing down the curve of my shoulder. Just as his fingers slide against me once more, his teeth graze my shoulder leaving a bite of pleasure that sends chills throughout my entire body.

His mouth moves down to my breast and over the soft material, his lips linger there, brushing warmth across it.

A soft gasp escapes my lips at the new sensation before he leans down and places his mouth against the material, sucking and kissing my hardened nipple.

His fingers slow down matching the same rhythm as the kiss against my breast.

I fist the sheets beside me as the deep ache inside me throbs.

“Please,” I whimper as my orgasm builds. Each stroke of his fingers charging the air around us, creating a torrid of heat that ignites and burns through me, pushing me closer to that pleasurable edge.

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