Page 39 of Bitten By the Fae
He chuckled and kissed the space below my ear, his palm leaving my neck to grip my hip. “Wrap your arms around me.”
“No.”
“Mmm.” He hoisted me into the air with both hands on my waist. I grabbed his shoulders in response, gasping as he pressed his groin into the apex between my thighs. “Grip me with your legs, baby, or you’ll fall.”
“Put me down.”
“Not a chance.” He captured my mouth instead and took full advantage of my shock by slipping his tongue between my lips.
What is happening?
Why is he doing this?
And oh, no, this… can’t… be… happening.
Dizziness shot through my mind.
Adrenaline fueled my limbs.
I wanted tohurthim.
Needed to fight.
Because this couldn’t be allowed to continue!
I clamped down on his tongue, only to be rewarded with the most beautiful taste in response. I froze. Then moaned.Oh my…Exquisite decadence filled our mouths, distracting me from my goal and throwing me into a whirl of oblivion that I couldn’t escape from. Instead, I fell headfirst into it, allowing my instincts to take over.
My legs were around his waist in a second.
My arms encircling his neck.
And his essence coated my lips, my mouth, mythroat.
I groaned, craving another swallow more than anything else in the world. He gave it to me with his tongue, sliding along mine, feeding me that delicious liquid I desired.
One hand remained against my hip while his opposite rose to my hair, his fingers entangling in my strands as he tilted my head to better receive his kiss.
Some part of me was screaming at us to stop.
But I couldn’t hear her over the roar ofneedin my thoughts.
Heat unlike anything I ever remembered feeling seared my insides, pulsing through my veins with one driving thought—more.
His arousal grew between my thighs, his slacks rubbing the thin barrier of my lace panties. My skirt was up around my hips, my blouse unbuttoned to reveal my bra, and I couldn’t remember how it happened. Except it was my hand running down my shirt, my fingers unfastening the final button.
I shivered. “What are you doing to me?” I felt possessed. Owned. Hypnotized by this male. Yet completely lucid and aware. “How are you doing this?”
“This is all you,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine. “You bit me, Aflora.”
“To make you stop,” I remembered, though I couldn’t recallwhy. “I don’t like you.”
He smiled. “Likewise, baby. But that only makes this so much hotter.” His mouth recaptured mine before I could reply, his touch robbing me of my ability to think.
His hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
His kiss a brand against my lips.
His dick throbbing against the place I needed to be touched most.
