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Unsatisfied with just touching, she moved closer, drawing her lips over his chest, her tongue darting out to steal a taste of his skin, and then another, and another.
Gripping the back of her head, he held her lips to his chest, wincing when she sank her teeth into his right pec.
“Do that again,” he demanded, loving her lips on him, her teeth, wanting to wear her mark and to mark her as well.
She bit the left pec, then lifted her face to him. Holding his gaze captive with those dark, expressive eyes, Liza went to work unfastening his belt and pulling it from the loops. The buckle clattered as it hit the floor.
She started to unhook his pants, but Matt stopped her. The second his cock came out this shifted into overdrive. He refused to go too fast.
He was already taking more than he deserved, but he wasn’t a good enough man to stop. So he was going to steal every minute, every second, and then pay penance for this night’s folly for the rest of his life.
Gripping her wrists in his hands, he lowered his head, kissing her as he slowly pushed her away from the bed. The wall at her back stopped them, so he lifted her hands above her head as he’d done in the living room. Holding her hands against the wall, he gave her the sensation of being held, trapped, bound.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, then because it was imperative that he regain some grip on reality, he added, “all night.”
It was a line he needed to draw, a limit he had to place.
Liza’s eyes narrowed slightly, but then she nodded. Just one bob of the head.
He tightened his grip on her wrists, and she moaned, losing herself to the sensation, falling headfirst into his possession.
What would he give to tie her to his bed? To keep her beneath him, helpless to do anything more than take what he gave her. He’d withhold her orgasm for hours, demanding her submission, her body, her soul, every fucking thing. He’d touch every inch of her skin, all while making her beg and plead and even cry. He wanted to taste her tears, wanted her to know that he would own those as well.
Matt wasn’t a possessive man, but Liza made him want to lock her up in a cage and throw away the keys—forever.
Releasing her arms, he lowered his lips to her neck, cupping her breasts, squeezing them, nipping at the taut buds, giving her the same bite of pain she’d given him. Liza hissed, then groaned, her hands finding their way to his hair. She closed her fists in the strands, pulling it in an attempt to keep him where she wanted.
He wasn’t a man who would be commanded. Not outside the bedroom, and sure as fuck not inside it.
He’d lived under another’s authority once…just once…and it had destroyed him. He would never give anyone that kind of power over him again.
He drew her hands away from his head, pulling them behind her back, holding them there as he studied her face, saw something he was certain Liza didn’t even know she was revealing.
She was a powerhouse, a go-getter, a take-charge, take-no-prisoners woman…but not here. Not with him.
He released her hands before he took this to a place neither of them had any business going. Instead, he forced the tide to turn, to shift to something less dangerous.
He kissed his way down her body, moving lower and lower, not stopping until he was on his knees in front of her.
Liza’s eyes widened in surprise, especially when he lifted her right leg and placed it over his shoulder. The wall at her back gave her the support she needed to remain upright on one leg. She still wore her stockings, but as they didn’t hinder him from his goal, he left them on.
“Oh my God,” she cried out when he gave her a much more intimate kiss. Matt sucked her clit into his mouth roughly, then stroked her slit with his tongue, leaving no part of her untasted. She was so hot and wet, he almost expected to see steam rising.
He teased her clit with the tip of his tongue, holding her open to his assault with his thumbs, until her hips began to gyrate, thrusting toward him in an obvious attempt to steal more.
She was going to get what she wanted, but only on his terms, only when he was ready. He wasn’t familiar with Liza’s past lovers, but there was something about the way she was holding herself that told him she hadn’t chosen wisely.
“Hold still,” he demanded.
Liza froze, but only for a second. She wasn’t finished trying to take control. Her hands snaked out, gripping his hair once more.
He pulled his head away even as she reached out, trying to bring him back.
“Hold still,” he repeated darkly. “Do that again and all of this ends.”
“But I…”
He lifted one eyebrow, daring her to finish that statement. She wisely fell silent, and he saw it again, clear as day.
