Page 74 of Chain Me
This newer, deadly heat came like a lightning strike. So sharp. So potent. My brain struggled to match sight with feel… Only as I saw his head rock in time with the relentless pressure could I finally give his weapon of choice a name.
Histongue.
Thoughts scattered. Fears vanished. As if injected with a lifespan’s worth of his blood, I transformed, a greedy, broken creature. Senseless, I could only watch. Gape. From a handful of romance novels, I knew what he was doing. Something every bit as vulgar as the act I’d performed on his plane.
But he didn’t lick, too coy to avoid naming the act in his head. His tongue battered me open, sowing friction with every taste. Fire. Lying still was impossible—I writhed as if my spine were a string.
And he ruthlessly tugged with every stroke. Nothing was sacred to him, no place beyond his reach. My Devil dove into my soul, taking whatever he could claim and sowing discord in his wake.
He was sin.
And I was a corrupt, lost soul desperate for damnation.
My fingers curled, clutching the sheets to their breaking point, until the sensation changed. Deepening. Thickening. His finger? Histhumb. Pressing, pushing, swirling.
A slave to every motion, my back bowed urging him closer. Closer. Closer. Too senseless to beg, I tried to demand more, lurching forward to grasp at his hair. Impervious to pain, he shrugged my attempts off and continued his exploration at his own leisurely pace.
My pleasure was athisdiscretion—not mine. As if to prove as much, he captured an aching bit of flesh between his teeth, threatening to bite. I jerked, my back bowed so violently that the top of my head was all that remained on the mattress.
Lost in his hell, he refused to allow me to come down, pushing me higher and higher with every sharp, pinching nip—but I wasn’t the only one lost in the onslaught. His savoring groan reverberated through my flesh, and I shattered.
Stars prickled behind my eyes, punctuating explosions of pleasure as they ripped through every muscle and nerve.
Drugged with the million different reactions, I faintly heard him mutter, “Refuse to eat again and I’ll never…”
He didn’t say what. Nonetheless, the threat resonated, paired with the violent, dangerous note in his voice. So I ignored it all and focused on feeling. On breaking. On flying.
He coaxed me so, so, so high.
Then let me fall and watched my descent with glowing eyes.
Even panting and breathless, I knew when he pulled back from me. My body ached, desperate for more. Ineededmore.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight before I could mourn his absence in full. One of his hands cupped my waist, drawing me into him, as the other caught my skull. While he pinned me in place, he made me suffer a different form of contact. Another first.
Intimacy.
But sex I could stomach. I could pretend, once I woke up, that none of it had meant a damn thing.
Not this. Nestling my face into his chest, still panting, felt ten times more addicting. More dangerous.
Not even the headiest drug could compare to the haven of his embrace. He could desolate me withthis.
But I was too weak to resist the destruction.
And he was cruel enough to know as much.
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Cold. That was how I awoke. Cold and sore. Hungry and lonely. It was like being transported to only a few days ago and nothing in the world terrified me more than having to relive that reality. Solitude. There was only one cure and my fingers scoured the sheets in search of it.
Dublin.
I found nothing, not even when I peeled my eyes open to an empty room bathed in the gray glow of dawn.
Fear unlike anything else shredded me to my core. A sick part of me welcomed it. Misery was what I really craved. What I needed to feel. I could chase a reprieve all I wanted, but this…thiswas my fate.
Abandoned once again.
