Page 134 of The Darkest Chase

My tongue traces my lips in furious anticipation.

My entire body throbs, my cock swelling with vicious desire until it’s almost angry, straining against my jeans.

I want her under me, screaming and pleading, torn between delicious agony and sheer ecstasy.

I want to be her living fantasy.

I want to taste her.

I want to ruin her for every other man.

Bowing my head, I graze her throat with my lips, breathing in her scent.

Then I part my lips and sink my teeth in.

My teeth aren’t sharp enough to pierce, of course.

But they’re just sharp enough that her cry is instant, and it makes my cock rage.

“Micah!” Her voice cracks on my name.

Her back arches, her head falling back.

Her skin is smooth cream against my lips, my teeth, my tongue.

Now I can feel her pulse, stampeding against my mouth.

Her body betrays her. She loves it.

I half expect her to push me away as the reality sinks in.

As she realizes this might hurt.

Instead, her arms slip around my neck and her fingers tangle in my hair.

She pulls me closer in abject surrender, begging with her big blue eyes.

Mark me.

Make it hurt.

The last thread of self-control snaps.

Catching her wrists, I pull her hands from my hair, then shove her down against her sleeping bag, forcing her on her back.

My teeth only leave her throat for a second.

Just long enough to catch her startled look.

Long enough to see how flushed she is, her nipples hard against the thin undershirt under her open flannel shirt.

Snarling, I pin her to the ground by her wrists, my body weighing her down.

As she arches, sliding against me from head to toe, teasing my cock with her leg, I fucking do it.

I strike.

I find the pink red mark where I bit down before and suck hard, pulling tender flesh between my teeth, thrusting my knee between her thighs to spread her open.

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