Page 115 of House of Crimson Cloak and Silver Teeth

I’m trembling beneath him, caught between the pain and the pleasure of it.

“If I’m yours, then you’re mine too,” I manage to grunt out. “Only mine.”

What the fuck am I even saying?

I’m nothing. A guild assassin. Garrett’s a noble with plenty of suitors, a future, a legacy. There’s no reason for him to agree to this.

“Deal,” he says immediately, and there’s something fierce in his eyes. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

Wait, what?

“If someone touches you again, I’ll break their fucking neck.” There’s something terrifying in his expression as he vows it.

He’s completely unhinged and possessive. But instead of pushing him away, I find myself pulling him closer.

“If someone touches you, I’ll do worse,” I mutter because I’m so fucking unpoetic.

Garrett gives me the brightest smile I have ever seen. “Deal.”

He seals our agreement with another kiss. His hands map my body, fingers tracing over ribs and shoulders before tangling in my hair. I pull him down until he’s lying next to me, our bodies aligned. We’re both grinding against each other, seeking friction. His hips press against mine and I feel how hard he is through his breeches. The knowledge sends heat spiking through me.

He grinds down against me and I gasp into his mouth. My own cock is painfully hard, trapped between our bodies.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs against my lips, rolling his hips again. The friction is maddening. I arch up into it. His hands slide down to grip my hips, holding me in place while he moves against me.

“Garrett—” His name comes out hoarse.

“I know.” He does it again, harder this time. “I can feel you.”

His mouth moves to my ear, tongue tracing the shell before his teeth catch my earlobe. A shudder runs through me. Then his tongue pushes into my ear, stroking deep. Goosebumps break out across my skin, hair standing on end.

The sensations layer together until I can’t separate them—his weight pressing me into the mattress, his cock grinding against mine through our clothes, his tongue in my ear sending shivers down my spine.

Heat floods through me without warning. My vision whites out as I come hard in my pants, back arching off the bed. The orgasm tears through me, unexpected and devastating. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me until I’m trembling, gasping his name into the space between us.

When I come back to myself, I’m shaking.

Fuck.

Embarrassment burns through me immediately.

“Wolf, did you come from just a kiss?” Garrett asks slowly.

I can’t even look at him. “That’s never happened before. I’m sorry, I—”

Garrett laugh and shakes his head. “Do you know how fucking hot that was? Watching you fall apart just from this?”

He grinds against me again and I gasp, oversensitive.

“Let me show you what you do to me.” He takes my hand, guiding it down between us to the front of his pants.

He’s rock hard and straining against the fabric. My breath catches. I did this to him. I made him this desperate.

“Feel that?” His voice has gone rough. “That’s all you.”

He kisses me again, swallowing whatever response I might have made. When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with want.

“You can’t let anyone kiss you,” he suddenly says, voice rough. “From now on, these lips are mine.”