Page 103 of The Darkest Chase

Slower and softer and tender, caressing my mouth in gentle strokes.

I feel like he’s trying to tell me something, but my brain is so hazed up right now I don’t understand. I can’t.

Nothing except for how good he feels.

Everything about him feels divine.

His weight, his kiss, the careful way he handles me as rough palms slide down my waist. He hefts me up with an easy strength that scrambles my senses.

Suddenly, I’m weightless again, my body floating as he raises me up.

I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist—then let out a startled sound as my jeans, my panties, press against me.

I’m aching with wet heat, firmly pressed against the ridge of something hard and thick against his slacks.

And harder still as his hands slip down to my ass.

His fingers dig into my flesh, leaving no mistake.

He wants this.

He wants me.

I don’t know what to do, even if I know what I want—and even as he bites my mouth, I can’t help squirming, grinding against him.

Wanting more of that sensation that feels like flint on steel, striking sparks every time his friction sweeps my skin.

Oh, it’s glorious.

This needy pleasure pulsing inside me.

Every time I do it, I feel his hardness more.

His hands tighten while his chest heaves against mine, his shallow breath rushing over my lips, soft growls in the back of his throat.

“Hold still, Talia. Before I lose my fucking mind,” he grinds out in a tortured snarl—then snaps his head down and strikes.

Protector.

Beast.

Vampire.

His teeth sink into my throat, catching the tender skin and holding me prisoner.

I arch against him, crying out.

Terror and pleasure bolt through me until my entire body sings, but there’s no pain here.

He’s rough, yet so gentle, too, biting down softly.

His tongue traces my captured flesh in devilish caresses as he sucks my neck with a pulling rhythm that reaches down inside me. He tugs at something so tight and hot I feel like I’ll go up in cinders.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I curl forward, gasping as he teases me, barely aware that he’s carrying me to my bed.

Barely aware of anything but his ravenous red mouth fastened on my throat, making me feel every sucking lick.

It's the daydream of yesterday and the better reality of now.

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