Page 97 of Crown of Darkness
Thiago pauses, shuddering as he kneels on the bed and rests his forehead against mine. “Last chance, Vi. If you stay here tonight, then you won’t be dealing with your husband. You’ll be dealing with the darker side of me.”
“Good,” I whisper against his lips. “I want to know every inch of you.”
His fingers dig into my ass. It’s not quite enough to be painful, but the edge is there. A promise that although he won’t hurt me, he won’t be my usual patient, gentle lover.
“Vi….”
“Every. Inch.”
Lifting me, he wraps my thighs around his hips, and then he’s tumbling me back on the bed, and hasn’t allowed my mouth a moment’s respite.
We crash down on the mattress, lost in a tangle of arms and legs and heated breaths. I catch a glimpse of his black eyes as lightning flashes once more. The shock of his body is painted against the back of my eyelids as we’re plunged back into darkness. Taut jaw, aquiline nose, dangerous mouth….
And it’s that mouth that ruins me as he claims me again, and again, and again.
He taunts me, soft little brushes of his fingers against my inner thigh, stirring the fabric of my nightgown higher. My robe’s fallen open, and he tears the wet silk with claws that spring from nowhere.
I meet his mouth hungrily, the fury in me turning to lust. A gasp steals loose, and I tug my hands free and drag his mouth down, trapping it against mine. His body is so hot against mine, his skin feverish. It takes away some of the chill that kisses my skin. I want to rub myself against that heat, to pretend, just for a moment, that nothing will ever take it from me.
Thiago puts a hand to my hips and tugs me close. Every inch of his firm body presses against mine, and I rub myself against him, moaning deep in my throat. Through the window, thunder rolls in the night sky, and I gasp, head thrown back in pleasure as his teeth skate down my throat. His lips are on my skin, his hands on my nightgown. He tears it open, the wet silk shredding in his hands.
“Yes!” I arch my spine, grinding against the firm press of his cock.
Then his hands are on my wet skin, cupping my breasts, his mouth like a burning brand on my throat. I drag his head lower, feeling the white-hot flare of his lips closing over my pebbled nipple through the silk. I want more, I want to be naked beneath him, skin slick against skin.
I dig my nails into his shoulders. Thiago hisses between his teeth and then his hips rock against mine. He bites my nipple and I cry out, my body driving into his. My thighs are milky wet, my sex throbbing. Each hard little thrust of his hips takes me one step closer to the edge.
As if he senses it, his hand is suddenly between us, exactly where I want it. I drag my hands up his back, drowning in feathers. We kiss angrily, desperately, bordering on violence… I can feel pleasure building like the coming storm, feel my body cresting as his fingers thrust inside me. Lightning flashes, too close this time, and I explode.
I scream, digging my nails in. Thiago fucks me with his fingers, pushing me into a furnace of desire. Again and again, his thumb riding over the swollen bud of my clit. It feels as though he hurls me into the teeth of the storm, anchored by the heat of his body, his teeth against my throat. Aftershocks quiver through me, leaving me shattered and boneless beneath him.
Slowly he withdraws his fingers and braces himself over me, leaning down to place a kiss on my stomach through the silk. He dips his tongue into my navel, our eyes meeting.
My breath catches.
This is the part where he ruins me. I’ve had his mouth on me in every single way I can imagine, and if there’s one thing I’m certain of: I think I married him for that mouth.
And while it’s promising me hours and hours of bliss, right now I don’t want to be shattered.
I want to be claimed.
“No,” I crunch up, capturing his face. “I want you inside me. Now.”
There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes. “What makes you think you’re giving the orders, Vi?”
I bite my lip. “Please.”
“Beg me,” he whispers, and the low rasp shivers over my skin.
And so I do.
I promise him the world. I promise him every inch of me.
And just as his mouth is skimming down over my hips, I promise him my heart.
Thiago pauses, his teeth grazing my lower abdomen. And then he smiles. “Oh, Vi. I’ve had your heart from the start. You just didn’t know it yet.”
“Fuck me.” I writhe beneath him. “Please.”
