I need it.
His mouth crashes back onto mine, fierce and claiming.
“Tell me what you need,” he murmurs between kisses, lifting me without effort as I wrap my legs around his waist.
He carries me across the room and sets me down on the bed with such care, like I’m something precious, not as tainted as I know I am. I slam that thought shut before it can ruin this for me.
Once in my life. Let me be.
“You,” I whisper.
His mouth finds my neck, his kisses slow, his lips lingering there before he brushes my ear and murmurs, “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I shudder.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” He pulls back, to look at me properly.
“Stop talking so much,” I murmur, breathless. “And kiss me.”
His lips tilt, satisfied, before he captures mine again. He kisses down my throat, then grips my dress and pulls. The tearing sound that cuts through the quiet room tells me he has ripped it straight from my body.
I am left in nothing but my bra and thong, my breath catching at the abruptness of it, goosebumps breaking out across my skin.
“God, I hate falling asleep in my bra,” I grumble.
“Allow me to fix that,” he says smoothly. “Not that you’ll be falling asleep any time soon.”
One hand slips behind me, his fingers find the clasp and release it before he tosses the bra aside. My breasts spill free, and a low sound leaves him as he watches, openly transfixed.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “These tits.”
He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking while his other hand cups and squeezes the other. He groans.
A moan escapes me before I can stop it. The sensation is overwhelming, unlike anything I have felt before, and I have to clench my thighs together just to ground myself.
I am already too close.
He releases me and looks up.
“I need to taste you,” he rumbles. “Tell me I can taste you.”
I nod in response.
He shakes his head, a low growl leaving him. “Words, Octavia.”
“Yes. Please.”
His mouth twists darkly. “I like it when you beg.”
I narrow my eyes. “I don’t know who begged first.”
He shrugs, unconcerned, and in the next instant he tears my panties away.
I lie on the bed, sprawled beneath his eyes, and reach for him, my hands sliding over his chest and along his abs, feeling the muscles flex beneath my touch, tracing the tattoos inked across his skin.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Your touch is maddening.”
He pulls me toward him with force, spreading my legs.
