A silky-smooth male voice echoed from across the room. “Fuck, she likes that. Don’t stop.”
My stomach dipped with heat.
Satan lifted his hips, rigid heat pressing flush against me.
He kissed my neck hard, sucking my skin between his teeth, then gently peppering the abused flesh with delicate kisses, as if in apology.
I fisted the sheets, back bowing with pleasure.
You’re in grave danger.
Sticky warmth dribbled as velvety hardness pressed against my upper thigh.
“Mine,” he whispered hoarsely as he kissed my collarbone.
The fever stoked higher as fingernails trailed across my stomach, flesh burning in their wake.
“Wake up, carissima,” Satan ordered harshly as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I shifted—there were bandages wrapped around my entire torso, everywhere but my breasts.
Pain twinged in my back, but I ignored it as heat streaked straight to my core. I peeked through my lashes.
Muted candlelight highlighted his strikingly refined features,as Kharon hovered above me, glacier eyes hooded, ink rippling as he swallowed.
His hips rolled, the length of his hardness pressing against me like a brand.
I whimpered.
“Hello, princess.” Kharon tangled his hand deeper into my curls, pulling my head back.
“Hello.” I tangled my hands in his short silky hair. “Karen.”
He stilled, blue veins standing out against his pale skin.
Skeleton-tattooed fingers reached up and gripped my chin—Kharon slammed his mouth against mine, tongue diving deep.
He kissed me like he was punishing me.Does he have an oral fixation?
I yanked at his hair and arched my back off the bed, whimpering as my nipples dragged across the scarred ridges of his chest.
My back twinged at the movement; a mostly healed wound pulled.
I ignored the pain.
Kharon groaned, calloused hands trailing from my face down to my neck, dancing across my chest.
His touch was reverent.
The flush spread lower, my core pulsing.
He palmed my breast, his hand covering it as he tweaked my nipple with his thumb—I whimpered, dragging my nails across his scalp and rolling so our bodies were flush together—velvety hardness settled between my legs, stiff against my dripping core.
“Do that again,” Augustus ordered across the room. “She likes it.”
Kharon obeyed.
I threw my head back with a moan.
“You’re mine.” Kharon swore, hips jerking.
