On my way to the bedroom, I caught his wrist and tugged. “We’re going to bed.”
My strides were purposeful and much longer than his. His feet slapped erratically against the floor in his effort to keep up. Still, I didn’t slow. The roaring in my veins had yet to subside,and I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had this doll in my bed, lying against my pillows with a sleepy look on his face.
“Kieran,” Haz huffed, and I tugged him a little more.
He gasped and his weight distribution tipped, and I spun to catch him just before he nosedived into the black walnut hardwood.
“Are you trying to stall?” I rumbled.
“Are you trying to kill me with pants five inches too long?” he countered.
He squeaked when I grabbed his waist and lifted, legs automatically winding around me.
Yes,thatpossessivepart of me growled.
A few steps and I had him pressed against the 3D luxury paneled wall, our rapid, uneven breathing filling the narrow, dim space. The hand I used to keep him from hitting his head molded itself around his skull, and I realized all that wild hair concealed just how dainty his head was.
If I don’t protect him, who will?
“I want you in my bed, doll.” The tone of my voice made it sound like a threat, but he wasn’t intimidated. If he was, his dick wouldn’t be rigid against my stomach.
“Kiss me first.”
His boldness took me aback, and the surprise must have registered on my face.
“A g-g-goodnight k-kiss,” he stammered. “So I can sleep.”
My stare dropped to those luscious lips, imagining them wrapped around me the way they’d wrapped around the spoon.
“I-like-your-beard,” he rushed out, then rolled in his lips as if he could glue them shut.
Satisfaction curled my lips. “Do you?”
He nodded. “I’ve never kissed anyone with a beard before.”
Oh, the kink I had for his firsts. I wanted every single one he had left, and then I wanted to invent more so I could consume those too.
Desperate to start my collection, I closed the distance between us and claimed his mouth with bruising force. He gasped, and I took advantage, sliding my tongue inside as my lips continued to dance across his. The tension in his body was electric. He nearly vibrated in my hands, but he didn’t pull away. No, my shy but bold baby doll grabbed my face to stroke the trimmed hair along my jaw. Something about the action tightened my stomach, making me feel claimed in a way I’d never experienced before.
Vanilla and cinnamon slid from his tongue onto mine, and it only made me ravenous for more.More,more, more.
Hoisting him higher, I dragged my hand up the outside of his leg, curling my fingers into his ass cheek, and leaned in, pinning him against the wall. The direction of the kiss changed, but I refused to lift my lips, making a mess out of his mouth and smearing myself everywhere I touched. With a lustful moan, Haz’s busy hands fell onto my shoulders, and the tension in his body melted, leaving behind a needy, desperate kitten who whimpered helplessly into my mouth.
Gripping the back of his neck, I held him possessively and bit down on his lower lip. His nostrils flared in surprise, but I only bit deeper until a faint taste of copper burst over my tongue. That unfiltered taste ripped a low, satisfied growl from the back of my throat. Greed had me going in for another taste before sucking the abused flesh into my mouth to soothe it.
Haz’s fingers gripped my shoulders as his hips swiveled, grinding his rigid cock against my stomach while his desperate little mews filled my ears. The world around us blurred and then ceased to exist. All that remained was the tug of his hands in myhair and the way he pulled me closer until not even a breath of air could get between us.
I continued to devour him, knowing it would never be enough, as my dick threatened to burst through the zipper on my pants, so rigid that it made me lightheaded. Ripping my mouth from his, I forced his head up so I could kiss and suck down his neck until my lips met the collarbone that had been taunting me all night.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned when my tongue lapped across it and then back before I latched on to the protruding bone and sucked until I knew my stamp of ownership would be left behind.
A high-pitched yet breathy moan floated above us as Haz squirmed and pressed closer, his thrusts against me turning sloppy and uneven. When I was sure there was a mark, I lifted my head to meet his swollen lips and heavy-lidded stare.
“More.” He panted, turning his face away and showing me his creamy, unblemished neck again.
I pushed my hand between his face and the wall, cupping his cheek and pushing my thumb into his mouth. He latched on instantly, drawing the flesh into the warmth of his body and sucking like I was his last meal.
My lips found his neck again, this time leaving a line of bruises from his shoulder all the way up, and when I made it to the spot just below his ear, his entire body went stiff and started to tremble. The suction on my thumb released, and he let out a slutty, stilted moan.
