“Fuck,” he rasps, pushing against my palm.
I swirl my tongue around his and with a low, feral noise, he tugs me toward the edge of the dresser. His mouth laves over the slope of my chest as I continue to stroke him. My breathing hitches as his teeth close over my breast, and I feel the echoes of his attention between my legs. I squeeze him through the fabric of his pants, making him hiss. Then he yanks me off the dresser and spins me around to face the mirror behind it. My heavy, lust-filled eyes peer back at me.
“Look at you,” he whispers, dragging my hair behind my shoulders. Shaking his head, he marvels at my naked torso in the mirror like I’m some work of art. I watch his hand slide over my throat, his thumb skimming over the twin puncture wounds he left there. He leans in, grazing those sharp canines from my shoulder all the way up to my ear, sending a shiver through me. “You’re un-fucking-believable.”
I melt beneath his hands, hismouth, though his touch isn’t tender like it was the first few times we kissed.
It is insistent. Demanding.
His fingers trail lower and lower at a taunting pace until I’m flustered and desperate and practically begging him to just touch me already. His dark chuckle nips at my ear as he finally has mercy on me, ripping free the laces of my pants and slipping inside to feel just how badly I want him.
“Serena.” He lets out a soft moan. “Fuck, I knew you’d feel like this.”
“How do I feel?”
He buries his face in my hair. “You feel like mine.”
Mine.
My heart swells at the word.
His fingers begin to circle me, alternating between light teasing touches, and the perfect amount of pressure to have my hips writhing against him. He touches me like he’s done it a milliontimes, like he knows exactly what I want and what I need, coaxing sounds from me I didn’t know I could make, awakening something dark and innately feminine and primal.
“Zadyn,” I pant, my entire body pulsing in time to his touch.
My nails dig into the muscled arm wrapped around my waist as I urge him to give me more. He utters my name like a prayer, his eyes scouring me in the mirror, watching me unravel as he delivers wave after wave of perfectly balanced pleasure.
“That’s it.” He sighs. “Use my hand, baby, ride it how you like.”
Fuck, Zadyn.
I clutch the back of his neck and tilt my hips backward, driving my ass into his lap as he mutters more deliciously filthy praises in my ear. I grind up and down his hard length, a sense of satisfaction blooming in me when he groans.
“Are you trying to drive me insane?”
I answer with another roll of my hips. “Just making sure you’re still awake back there.”
His fingers plunge into me in a punishing stroke. “Awake enough for you?”
“Oh my god, Zadyn,” I choke.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he continues, moving his fingers in and out. “You do make me insane. Absolutely feral. Every time I see you, I think about ripping your clothes off and driving into you so hard you scream. I think about you moaning my name. I’d die all over again just to hear it. I want you constantly. Icraveyou.”
Those words combined with the way he’s touching me nearly send me over the edge. I writhe against him harder, my hands gripping the tops of his thighs.
“But if you don’t stop moving like that, I’m going to have to stop what I’m doing. And I really don’t want to have to do that.”
“Why? It’s not fair for me to be having all the fun.”
He snickers, his voice nothing more than gravel and ash. “Do you feel that?”
His hips brush against me, allowing me to feel the full extent of his attraction.
Yes.
“I still don’t think you understand. I exist for you. You can’t imagine the kind of pleasure it brings me to make you feel everything you deserve to feel. To be the one to touch you like this, to take care of you. It’s better than fun for me. It’s about to become my new addiction.”
One hand reaches up, taking my breast and squeezing without restraint.
