“Yeah…” I whispered shakily, my gaze locked on his lips. “Help me?”
Dorian wasted no time, surging forward to capture my mouth with a deep kiss that stole the breath from my lungs. He kissed me like he was already completely certain that I was going to melt for him.
I would.
There was never a time when he’d kissed me and Ihadn’tmelted for him.
His tongue slid against mine, the cool metal of his piercing brushing over my lips before slipping between them.
My fingers curled into the front of his shirt. “Dor—”
He kissed me again before I could finish saying his name.
Slower this time.
Teasing.
The piercing dragged lightly across my tongue and I felt a shiver run all the way down my spine.
He hummed in quiet satisfaction, “That’s it.”
His hands tightened on my hips before pulling me closer. The movement brought our bodies flush together, and I felt his thigh slide between mine as he shifted his stance.
My breath hitched.
“Relax,” he murmured, brushing his lips against the corner of my mouth.
Easy for him to say.
Outside the door, somewhere in this house, two men were running for their lives.
Dorian pressed closer, lowering himself and putting more pressure on my hard-on.
My head tipped back as a quiet sound escaped me.
“Mm, I love your noises,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
“Dori, please…”
One hand slid up into my hair, fingers tugging gently at the base of my skull to guide the angle of the kiss while his other hand stayed firm on my hip.
He rocked forward slightly.
The pressure between us made my grip on his shirt tighten.
“Dorian,” I groaned.
Dorian’s lips crashed against mine again, his tongue piercing cool and metallic as it flicked against my own tongue. The small metal ball sent a jolt through me every time it grazed my skin, a sharp contrast to the heat of his mouth. I moaned into the kiss as he ground his hips forward, his hard cock pressing insistently against mine through our jeans.
He pulled back just enough to murmur, “Just sit back and let me make it all better…”
He nipped at my lower lip, then trailed his mouth down my jaw, sucking lightly at the stubble there. His tongue darted out, the piercing dragging along my pulse point—a cool, hard slide that made a sudden gush of precum soak my underwear.
I tilted my head back, giving him better access, my breath coming in short gasps. The distant sounds of footsteps and muffled shouts from the house barely registered; all I couldfocus on was Dorian’s mouth moving lower, and his hands shoving my shirt up to expose my chest.
He licked a slow path across my collarbone, the metal ball of his piercing pressing into the skin, creating a textured friction that bordered on electric.
“Fuck, look at these rope marks. Fucking perfect,” he growled, lathing over the marks from last night.
