Page 147 of Dare To Live

Tongues dueling, fighting for dominance, she shoves me back a step and then another until my legs hit the bed. Another push to my chest and I drop down onto the mattress. She doesn’t let up, crawling over my legs to straddle my hips, her mouth never leaving mine.

I push my fingers beneath her top and slide my palms up her back, pressing her closer into my body.

“Take it off.” She tears her mouth from mine long enough to make her demand.

“Take what off?”

“Your shirt.”

“Take your shirt off.”

Her nails dig into my chest at my reply, and I laugh, the sound a little ragged around the edges. Fisting the back of her top, I pull it up. Her arms lift so I can drag it off, over her head, leaving her in jeans and a bra.

“Tell me who she is.”

“Who?” I press kisses along her shoulder, down her chest and along the edge of the lacy bra.

“The woman you let mark you.”

“Tell me you’re jealous.”

“Fuck you.”

I nudge the material away with my nose and lick over her nipple.

“You will. As soon as I get your jeans off.” Her back arches and I drag my teeth over the hard little tip before sucking it into my mouth.

“I’m going to bury my dick so deep into your pussy that you won’t know where you end and I begin.” I unhook her bra and toss it to one side, then twist, tumbling her to the bed and leaning over her.

My fingers find the button on her jeans, and I pop it open so I can drag the denim down her legs. She doesn’t stop me, lying on her back and watching me out of dark blue eyes. When I have her naked, I prop myself up on one hand and look down at her.

Her skin is slightly flushed, the tattoos covering her telling the tale of her senior year of school the same way mine do but only for those who know what to look for. I run my palm over her from shoulder to hip, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I kiss my way down her body, my tongue licking a path over her breasts, around each nipple, down her ribs, circling her navel, until I can settle between her thighs.

One hand drifts down to thread through my hair, and I lift my head to smile up her body. Holding her gaze, I press a kiss to her pussy.

“The only woman I’ve ever let me mark me, Hellcat …” My tongue finds its way to her clit, and I take a long, leisurely lick, bringing her hips up off the bed. “... is you. My body, and my soul. Your claws are embedded too deep into me, Kitten. If you remove them, it might just kill me.”

“Eli…” My name is a sigh of pleasure as I bury my face between her thighs and feast on her clit like it’s the final meal I’ll ever have.

Chapter 83

Arabella

I close my eyes, my heart crashing wildly in my chest. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I love him. That the thought of another woman touching him drives me to violence. I know it’s not rational, but I don’t care. It’s primal. A need I can’t fight against. But instead of admitting it, I swallow down the messy, chaotic emotions before they spill out.

I moan as his tongue toys with my clit. “You drive me crazy, Eli Travers.”

He chuckles. “That’s something, at least.”

“Give me an orgasm.”

“Is that a demand?” His hot breath skates over my inner thigh, and I shiver.

Tightening my grip on his hair, I tug his face back to where I need it. “Yes.”

“Dare I refuse?” He sucks, teases, licks my clit, one hand pressing on my stomach to hold me in place while I writhe against his mouth.

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