Page 79 of Crown of Thorns
When he crawls into bed behind me, everything inside me tightens.
"Your favourite pussy’s here, baby," he murmurs, voice syrupy and dark. His thigh hooks over mine. His hand finds my arm. His nails rake gently down my forearm. I flinch, even as heat blooms low and urgent between my legs.
He smells like expensive sin. A mix of vanilla, sweat, arrogance, and something older. Something violent, like the echo of a fire long extinguished but still smoldering beneath bone and ash.
"You missed me," he says into my neck.
His fingers find me hard, and he chuckles.
"Well, hello, mini professor."
He starts to rock his body against mine. Slow, rhythmic. Sensual.
"Give me some of that rage, baby, I need it. I know you’re burning up in there."
He’s not wrong. He never is when it comes to my body.
"Go away," I rasp.
Instead, he kisses me. Soft at first, then vicious. His hands are in my hair, at my jaw, angling me where he wants me. Tongue, lips, teeth. It’s all consuming. My breath hitches. I groan despite myself.
Suddenly, his teeth nip at my jawline, a sharp bite that sends a jolt through me, pain and pleasure tangled and electric.
"You don’t mean that."
"Stop kissing me like that."
"Mmm. But you taste so good, baby."
His mouth moves over my neck, jaw, and ear, finding every place I shouldn’t be sensitive. Every place that makes me twitch and ache and curse him.
"That’s enough," I hiss.
Something splits. A wire snaps inside me. Want doesn’t just curdle, it ignites.
I grab his throat and sink my teeth into his shoulder, not to tease but to claim. To leave a mark deep enough to feel tomorrow.
I need to ruin him just to know he’s mine.
He gasps. "Yeah…that’s it."
I push him onto his stomach. Watch him reach for the lube. He knows what I want. Knows he has me cornered.
"Please, baby," he whispers. "Love it when you take control."
"Beg for it, little devil."
He moans when I slick my fingers and tease his hole. His hips roll, spine flexing. The muscles in his back ripple like a wave.
"My pretty slut."
"Fuck me, already."
He reaches back, guides me deeper.
I slap his ass. "Such a brat."
"Such an animal," he counters, grinding his ass against my cock. "You think I don’t notice how much you need this? You don’t need words, baby. Your body talks just fine. You want to hurt me and own me at the same time. Give me both. I can take it."
