Page 86 of His Addiction
“You remember what to say if it gets too much?” Jamie’s voice was thick, almost a growl as it rumbled between them.
Shannon nodded, her lips parting a little as she inhaled a shaky breath. The heat of her ragged breath caressed his skin, her pulse thrumming against the hollow of her neck.
Her world, now cloaked in darkness, would be so much more intense, every touch, sound and breath amplified.
Fuck, she was hot.
He could sense the way she was trying to steady herself, but the anticipation hung thick.
“Relax, love.”
At that moment, she surrendered to him.
His fingers traced over her soft lips, his touch gentle at first, teasing, before he distorted theirposition.
“You want to know what’s in the other bag, Shannon?” he asked, pulling back just enough to tease her.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He heard the subtle quiver in her breath, and fuck, it made his dick throb harder.
While she took a steadying breath, he fished into the brown paper bag and brought out a small globe, dragging it across her bottom lip.
She didn’t need to see it to know what it was.
“Take a bite,” he commanded.
When her lips parted, he slipped it between her teeth, watching her nibble and chew, fucking loving the way she submitted to his control, so trusting, so open.
As she licked her lips, a soft hum of pleasure escaped her, and he smiled to himself.
“What do you taste?” he asked, wanting to draw her deeper into the experience, his voice low, almost a raspy whisper.
“Chocolate and…cherries,” she replied, the words strained with desire.
“You like it?” When his breath brushed her ear, she leaned into him, searching for more.
“I do,” she breathed, her voice so soft, so vulnerable.
“Now you know how fucking good you taste.” His words were hoarse against her ear before he ran his tongue over her parted lips, tasting a trace of chocolate.
She tasted like sin and sweetness, and fuck, he needed more.
“You’re addictive,” he muttered against her lips.
He slipped the rest of the chocolate into her mouth,smiling when she chewed slowly, savouring the moment. His hands ran over her breasts, her curves igniting a deep, burning ache inside him.
“You’re sweet,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he traced circles around her nipple. “You’re intense. And when I left here yesterday, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It’s like you have me on a string, tugging me back.”
The honesty of his words hit him harder than expected.
With a growl, he dug his fingertips into her hips, his grip hard, possessive, as he manhandled her around to face the bed again. Although he demanded, he was also careful with her, too, attuned to her body.
“Fall forward,” he commanded, his fingers still gripping her waist.
She braced herself to crash face-first into the duvet, but before she could, he yanked the rope at her wrists, guiding her down with a single arm.
Scooping his hands beneath her pelvis, he tilted her hips upward and parted her knees.
