I take her mouth in a desperate kiss, my control finally snapping like an overstretched wire. Her soft lips fit perfectly between my tusks, just like they did before, and when she opens for me with a soft sigh, I claim her mouth like a drowningman claims air.
She tastes like apple crisp and wine, making my head spin and my cock ache with need. Her tongue meets mine stroke for stroke, her small hands fisting in my shirt as she pulls me closer.
Breaking the kiss, I trail kisses down her throat, tasting the salt of her skin, breathing in her scent like it's the only thing keeping me alive. My hand slides under her flannel shirt, finding the soft swell of her breast, and when she moans my name, the sound goes straight to my cock and my balls tighten to the point of pain.
This want, this need, is unlike anything I've ever felt. It's consuming, overwhelming, threatening to burn me alive from the inside out. I want to devour her, possess her, make her mine in every way possible.
And God help me, I’m not going to stop now.
Chapter Thirteen
Rona
Iclingtohim,my fingers fisted in his t-shirt, holding on to the thin fabric for dear life as his mouth moves against mine with devastating thoroughness. The kiss deepens, becoming hungrier, more desperate. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I open for him eagerly, gasping as he claims my mouth with a possessiveness that makes my entire body sing with need.
His tusks press gently against the corners of my mouth, the smooth ivory warm against my lips as he angles hishead to deepen the kiss further. The sensation sends shivers racing down my spine and my body comes to life, arousal pulsing between my legs where our crotches meet. His hands grip my thighs where they're spread on either side of his hips, the countertop height perfect for this position, his fingers spanning wide over the denim. I can feel the barely leashed strength in his touch.
The solid wall of his chest presses against me as I pull him closer, feeling the rapid beat of his heart through the thin cotton of his shirt. His skin radiates heat like a furnace, warming me even through our clothes. When he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my throat, I can feel the slight scrape of his tusks against the sensitive skin of my neck, making me arch into him with a soft whimper.
“Darhg,” I moan his name, unable to stop myself.
“Rona.” His breath is hot against my ear as he murmurs my name, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating through his chest and into mine. “You make me crazy. I have no control when I’m close to you.”
His words land and something preens inside my chest. This big, broody ogre who lives for discipline and control wants me so bad, he can’t control himself. And I like that. I like that very much.
“Then don’t control it,” I whisper in his ear.
He growls and his large hands slide from my thighs to my waist, thumbs brushing over my hip bones through my jeans in a touch that's both reverent and possessive.
"Do you still want me?" I ask when he lifts his head to look at me, my voice breathless but urgent. "Because I want you so bad, it’s all I can think about."
He braces his forehead against mine for a moment, and I’m afraid he’s going to pull away again. Then his mouth finds mine, and I know I won. His mouth moves against mine with purpose, but I can feel the restraint thrumming through his powerful frame. Restraint that I desperately want to break. I arch into him, pressing closer, grinding my hips against his hard cock, prisoner inside his jeans. He makes a low sound in his throat that sends electricity racing through my veins.
And pulsing at the apex of my thighs, where my clit begs for attention.
His hands find the buttons of my flannel shirt, fingers brushing against the sensitive skin just above my jeans as he pauses, waiting for permission. The touch burns through me like fire, making me desperate for more of his skin against mine.
"Touch me, Darhg," I groan-whimper, desperate for more.
His control snaps like a taut wire finally breaking. His hands slide under my flannel shirt, palms cupping my breasts through the thin lace of my bra. The heat of his touch sears through me, and I arch into his hands with a desperate moan. His thumbs brush over my nipples, and the sensation shoots straight to my core.
"Rona," he growls against my mouth, his voice rough with need. "I need to stop now or I won’t be able to."
“I want this,” I plead, desperate for him to continue.
The sound of fabric tearing fills the kitchen as his control finally, completely abandons him. My flannel shirt splits down the front, buttons flying in all directions, scattering across the floor with tiny clicking sounds. The cool air hits my exposed skin, but his blazing gaze burns hotter than any fire.
"I'm going to devour you whole," he promises, his voice dark and possessive, his red eyes blazing as they take in my exposed curves.
A thrill of victory and excitement races through me, my pulse pounding with triumph and arousal. This is what I wanted, to break through his iron control, to see the raw hunger he's been holding back. The way he looks at me now, like I'm everything he's ever wanted and he's finally going to take it, makes my entire body sing with need.
Without warning, he lifts me from the counter, his strong arms wrapping around me as I instinctively lock my legs around his waist. I can feel every hard inch of him pressed against my core as he carries me through the small cabin, his mouth never leaving mine, our kisses growing more desperate with each step.
When we reach the bedroom, he sets me down carefully beside the bed, his hands gentle despite the hunger blazing in his eyes. The red plaid duvet cover spreads beneath me like a promise, and I know there's no going back now.
When he reaches for my bra, his movements are careful, deliberate, giving me every opportunity to stop him. Instead, Ihelp him, arching my back so he can reach the clasp, sighing as the lace falls away.
"Beautiful," he breathes, his voice rough with wonder. "So fucking beautiful."
