A small gasp escapes my mouth before his lips crash into mine.
His hands cling to the sides of my waist as he hungrily draws out my tongue with his mouth, worshiping it between his lips and sending a feral sensation to my core.
I groan loudly—as loud as I would like—as he begins to plant kisses down my neck and throat.
“That it,” he growls below my ear. “It’s soundproof. No one but me gets to hear you scream.
I fight against the twitch of a smile as he continues to attack every inch of skin within his reach. It’s incredibly distracting. Too distracting.
Without warning, the knife is pulled from my hand entirely.
The metal of the sharp blade rests under my chin.
Teo leans in close. “Do you trust me?”
“Absolutely not.”
He grins, and then…
A whoosh of air and the sound of buttons and fabric dropping to the floor.
And I suddenly feel very, very exposed.
“Did you just?—”
But there’s no time to lament my sudden absence of clothes. The knife drops to the floor, and suddenly, Teo iseverywhere.
His tongue, his lips, his fingers, his mouth, his breath all brush my skin with enough reverence to brand it.
His hands massage and grapple and stroke and tease. One moment, they’re tangled in my hair, holding onto my neck so that he can deepen a kiss that seems to have no end. The next, they’re spreading my legs and rubbing my throbbing core, so sinfully I could scream.
And I do. Loudly, as I spread against the wall like his own personal feast.
When he sinks to his knees to bite up the inside of my leg, I can feel myself dripping. He laps it up with his tongue.
“You aredivine.”
The words hum across my skin as he moves up and up, closer and closer.
Then he licks me, laps up my juices and lets his tongue circle my clit over and over and over and over and…
“Oh, God.”
“He’s not here,” he hums against my throbbing core.
I can’t take it anymore. I need something, anything to satisfy the frustration. Friction. I need friction. I need his considerable length between my thighs, pounding into me repeatedly until I forget my own name.
I move my hand down, a poor substitute, but he just slaps it away, perfectly content with teasing me until I’m completely and utterly ruined.
It won’t do.
I wait until he attacks me again, perfectly distracted by the taste, the noises he draws out of me. Then I move, abruptly tearing myself away from the wall. Narrowly, avoiding his grasping hands, I run.
I run as far as I can. I turn around when I reach the bed, watching how he stalks toward me with that tightened jaw.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you look at me like that,” I goad him as I lean back onto the bed.
As he approaches, I place a firm foot on his chest. “You’re going to fuck me now. No more playing.”
