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Turning around and facing him, my gaze drops to the obvious hard-on in his jeans before slowly moving back to his irises that incinerate me. “Someone is happy to see me.”
His Adam’s Apple bobs as he swallows hard. “You have no idea.” I swear he’s salivating as he mutters, “Jesus Christ, Kenz.”
“Does that mean you like it?”
Instead of answering, he lunges for me, tossing me over his shoulder. A breathless laugh escapes me as he whirls around, carrying me toward the bedroom.
“Wait. I was supposed to seductively strut out of the bathroom?—”
His palm slaps my ass, making me yelp. The sensation causes heat to roll through my belly and down to my already wet pussy, making me wetter.
“Chase.” His name is a breathless gasp mixed with a sigh of pleasure.
“We don’t have time for that.” He rubs over the spot before he dumps me onto the center of the mattress. The predatory look on his face—a vicious smirk with the look of a hunter about to devour his prey makes me pant. I rub my thighs together, the ache between my legs begging to be satisfied.
Reaching down, he unbuckles the belt, his eyes never leaving mine. I’m enraptured as he yanks it through the loops with one hand, then snaps the leather before tossing it to the floor. One knee hits the bed, sinking me into the mattress. “You like this darker side of me. I saw the look in your eyes every time I ran my mouth, firing back at Orpheus and the rest of his freakish cult. I saw it the night of Alex’s party when I shoved him away from you.” He licks his bottom lip and I moan. The smug smile that spreads across his face nearly makes me come undone. “Fear mixed with lust. Yearning for me to take what I wanted from you. Sinking every fucking inch of my cock into your pussy until you scream and beg, the pain mixing with pleasure, wanting more.”
Oh, God. He’s saying things I wrote in my diary. My innermost desires that I feared made me abnormal.
“There’s nothing wrong with your desires, angel.” He grabs my hands, pinning them over my head with one hand. “You’re not abnormal.” His lips graze my jaw, making me whimper, as he whispers in my ear. “I can heal you, angel. I can make all your deepest, darkest fantasies come to life and give you back the power that was stolen from you.”
A shiver of desire races down my spine. He nips the shell of my ear before his lips skim over my face, warm breaths heating my skin. “Your safe word is Santa. If there’s anything that makes you even the slightest bit uncomfortable, say it and I’ll immediately stop.” He hovers over me a minute, taking in every inch of my face, before he spreads my legs wider, slipping between them and pressing his hard cock against my aching center. “But if not, every time you say ‘No’ or ‘Stop,’ I won’t listen. I’ll keep going until I make you come so hard you see stars.”
My chest is heaving from my rapid pants. My mouth and lips are dry from my ragged breaths. Chase threatening to fulfill my fantasies is every damn dream I’ve had since that day on the Ferris Wheel in the summer.
When he’s dark and possessive, a feral protectiveness emanating from his skin, it makes me want him so bad it nearly drives me insane. I want him touching, licking, and kissing me everywhere, working me into a frenzy, until he’s so deep inside me that we’re united into one being. One body, one mind, and two hearts that beat as one. Two broken souls, traumatized by our separate and shared pasts, finding solace, comfort, and healing in the other.
“Show me what you’ve got, whiskey tango.”
An animalistic growl rumbles through his chest. He leers down at me, a challenge glinting in his eyes. “Oh, angel. You don’t know what you just got yourself into.” He rolls his hips, the friction of his denim against my damp, lacy underwear sending tingles through my body. “I’m gonna make you squirm and then scream.”
Oh, fuck.Impatience floods me, my hips moving against him, my legs tightening around him. I’m a mess of desire, desperate for him to tease me until I’m insane, then send me to the stars and the heavens above. “Please, Chase.”
He tsks at me, the look on his face clearly indicating he’s enjoying watching me squirm. “That’s not the nickname you gave me. What do you call me?”
My tongue darts out, licking my dry lips, before I answer. “Whiskey tango.”
“Mmmm… that’s better.” His head dips, his lips so close to mine. I tilt my head, desperate for his kiss, but he doesn’t give it. Instead, he tsks again. “Impatient little angel, aren’t you?” His nose glides over my skin, inhaling me. I try to remain still despite the tingles and need roaring through my veins and inside my head, making me lightheaded.
Sweat beads over the exposed area of my skin. My skimpy lingerie top and panties feel stifling. I want them off, but I know if I ask or demand he remove them, he’ll ignore me.
I inhale a shaky breath and hold it as he lightly grazes over my skin. One of his hands joins in on the party, lightly stroking my arm, causing goosebumps to erupt over my skin.
“Oh, my angel likes that.” His lips are against my throat, my pulse pounding against them. I want to whine, moan, and beg for him to kiss my neck, but I bite my lip instead, trying to remain quiet. But when he drags his teeth over my skin, lightly nipping, I can’t hold back. My moan is embarrassingly needy and loud, making him chuckle against me before he sucks on the tender skin. I close my eyes, tilting my head to give him more access, a dizzying array of emotions running through me. My nerves are close to my skin, making me tingle all over, as I pant from anticipation at what he’ll do next.
He nips my skin again before soothing it with his tongue. I arch against his hard cock, wanting to feel more of him.
He slowly kisses his way from my neck to my mouth. His forehead presses against mine as he stares into my eyes. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, angel. So fucking needy with want before I pound you into the mattress. I’m gonna take you in every position you’ll let me until you soak my cock and balls with your come.”
God. How the fuck can this man talk dirty to me, yet he can be so sweet at the same time?
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“You smell so good, angel. A mixture of apples, raspberries, amber and roses.” His lips brush over mine, making me gasp, even as I want more. I’m desperate for more.
He chuckles before he finally gives me what I want, parting my lips with his tongue. Oh, God the sensations he pulls from me with such a simple action make me melt like chocolate in the sun, boneless as his lips move against mine, soft and gentle, teasingly. It’s the sweetest yet worse torture as my hands roam over the back of his shirt, feeling the muscles beneath my fingertips.
