She gasps when my lips find the spot beneath her ear.
I take my time, dragging my tongue along the tendon in her neck, tasting salt and sugar.I bite gently at the place where her pulse flutters, memorizing the subtle jerk of her body and the way her breath breaks in a sigh.
“Wolf…” My name crumbles off her lips.
I smile against her skin and move lower, tracing the edge of her collarbone with my mouth, chasing it from one shoulder to the other.I kiss every inch, sucking faint marks into her flesh with obscene devotion.
The hollow between her collarbones.Definitely one of my favorite places.
From there, I lick a path down the center of her chest, stopping to press my mouth between her breasts.Her heart drums wildly beneath my tongue, matching my own chaotic rhythm.
“You’re killing me.”Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping across my scalp.
“You’re reviving me.”I nose along the swell of one breast, then the other, deliberately avoiding the beauty mole for now.
Tease first.Worship later.
Little goosebumps rise under my breath, and her nipples tighten in the cool air.I bring one into my mouth, closing my lips around dewy skin and cold metal, sucking with gentle friction, testing what she likes.
“Fuck.”Her whole body shudders, back bowing and hands clamping tighter in my hair.
That’s going on the list.Her breasts.The piercings.The way she loses control when I suck them.
I give each one reverent attention, switching sides, changing suction, and learning every reaction.Low whimpers.Shaky breaths.The way her thighs press together and shift restlessly with each pull of my mouth.
When I lift my head, her cheeks glow with color, lips parted, eyes dazed.The sight nearly drops me.
“Angel Face,” I murmur.“You look wrecked already.”
“Proud of yourself?”
“Very.”
I straighten and, in one rough sweep, drag my forearm across the table behind her.Sketchbooks, pencils, and coffee mugs crash to the floor.I don’t care.I need her on that surface.
She lets out a startled laugh that turns into a yelp as I grip her thighs and lift.She’s light in my arms, all tight muscle and lush curves.
I spread her out on her back, hair falling around her like spilled ink.
When her eyes lock onto mine, it hits me.
After twenty-four years of emptiness and ache, I’ve been given the priceless, unworthy privilege of making Dove Rath come.
“I’m going to ruin you.”I bite her hipbone.
“Too late.”A shaky smile tugs at her lips.
“Oh, my dirty bird.I’m only getting started.”I circle the table slowly, skimming my fingers along the sinuous shape of her.
With each step, I pull a chair out of my way, my attention never leaving her gorgeous body.When I reach her face, I drag my knuckles along her jaw.Her lashes flutter and lips separate on a hiss.
I bend to kiss her pierced Medusa, the tiny diamond seductively centered in the indentation above her full upper lip.Then I follow the arch of her pierced brow with the tip of my tongue.
She shivers, eyes closing.
“This one.”I return to the Medusa, teasing it with my thumb.“Drives me crazy.”
“Most people hate my hardware.”
