Page 95 of Dare You to Run
He holds the button to our floor down and blocks her from entering until we’re tucked in all alone and rising.
A growl rumbles from his chest and in a flash, he’s pinning me to the elevator wall. His mouth begins a journey, starting at my lips and traveling down my neck.
He spins me around to face the mirrored walls and says, “Take a good look at this face, little mouse. You won’t be seeing it for a while because I plan to keep it buried in a pillow, screaming my name for many hours.”
His inked hand glides up my ribs, over my breast, and circles my throat. Hendrix’s thumb rubs over my pulse point that jumps with excitement. Fear has become an aphrodisiac and I can’t get enough.
We reach our floor and this time I run to keep pace as he hustles to the room like a man on a mission. And what an important mission it is.
The door beeps, unlocking with the swipe of his keycard, and he kicks it open, scooping me up in his and carrying me to the bed. Instead of placing me gently on the mattress I’m flung through the air, landing with a hard bounce. He advances on me before my motion stops and pins me down.
“You are my light, Dagen. The only one I have in my life.” His words are hushed but his eyes quickly turn black, and theMr. Wolf I crave appears. “But now a bit of my darkness exists in you. You’ll never be rid of me little mouse, and it drives me fucking insane to know that.”
I’m ripped out of my clothes before I can respond, and watch with admiration –and drool– as he languidly peels out of his. The eye contact we keep is fierce and the electric current that passes between us is powerful.
Inch by inch, another sliver of his beautiful body is revealed, my tattoo the masterpiece. Until his pants drop, that is. I will never tire of seeing him naked in all his glory.
“Are you hungry little mouse?”
“So very hungry.” My mouth waters and my heart pounds.
“Then I guess I better feed you.”
He climbs up my body until his knees frame my face. Flat on my back, I look up at him as he strokes his hard shaft up and down. It grows with desire and my mouth waters as I recall the taste of him.
“Open,” he commands, and I do without question.
The mushroomed head of his cock pushes past my lips, stretching them wide. Pain sears at the corners as I welcome him in and I feel my throat slowly relax. I breathe in deep through my nose, sucking in every last ounce of oxygen I can. Farther and farther he goes and my lungs begin to constrict. When he pulls out, I gasp for sweet air.
“Again, little mouse.” I nod and prepare for him to breach once more.
He gets himself halfway into my mouth when he reaches down and cups my head, keeping me steady as he moves in and then out. He manages to do that four more times before he’s gripping either side of my head and holding me still as he fucks my face.
My vision grows blurry when he goes deeper with each thrust. I grab at his thighs, my nails scratching at his hot flesh.
“Scratch me. Mark me. Make me bleed, Dagen.” I sink my nails into him and hear him hiss.
The faster he goes, the deeper my nails dig. He grunts and groans and my gags mix with his feral sounds. He huffs like a rabid animal and drops my head back on the soft bed. He leans forward and his arms lock stiffly. My eyes fix on the tattoos covering his taut stomach and it’s the last thing I remember seeing clearly before my eyes fill with moisture.
His hips roll as he continues to drill my head into the mattress. At one point he pushes so far down my throat I think it’s possible he may get stuck that way. Black begins to close in on me as I turn weak. My hands are heavy and my mind is fuzzy. And right before I fade into nothingness, Hendrix pulls free and my lungs flood with air.
“Fuck. I bet you’re soaked, aren’t you.” My words and thoughts are not clear yet, so he decides to find out for himself.
He slithers his way down my body and dips his tongue right down my seam that buzzes with urgency. My back arches and fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer and deeper. I grind my aching pussy on his face, trying to speed him up because I’m about to combust.
I feel the absence of his mouth and see his saucy grin when he emerges from his happy place. “Are you feening, baby?”
“Yes. Will you fucking hurry, already?” I reach out for him, wiggling my fingers and making grabby hands.
He lets out a deep, gravely laugh and smooths his hands up my thighs. Those calloused fingers of his tickle my belly as they glide. I wait for them to massage my tender breasts but he freezes, his hands laying motionless on my stomach.
“What’s wrong? Hendrix. Don’t stop. Please. I’m dying.” I move my hips back and forth and hook my foot around his back.
I watch the way his throat moves and his eyes soften when they roam over me. The beast is instantly tamed and I just wantto scream to bring him back. What he does shocks me into equal silence.
Hendrix rolls over onto his back, taking me with him so that I straddle his hips. He lifts me gently and grips his dick, sliding into me at a tender pace. With his hands circling my waist and mine resting on his chest, I begin to roll my hips.
Our eyes barely blink, not wanting to miss a moment of what’s happening. It’s deeply intimate and nothing like I’ve ever experienced with Hendrix. He’s hard and rough and dominating. But right now all of that has drained from his body and what’s left is his big heart that he works so hard to conceal.
