Page 164 of Dare To Fall

She stands and moves around until she can climb onto my lap. Her legs slip either side of mine, and she returns her palms to my face to tip my head up. Her head dips, her lips brushing over mine.

“Do you feel that?” Her voice is a whisper. Her tongue flicks out to lick over my lips. “You’re so cold. Let me warm you up.”

My eyes close as her lips move over mine and slowly … so fucking slowly … the warmth of her body chases away the cold of mine.

“Ari.” When my lips part to say her name, her tongue dips inside, finds mine and strokes against it.

My hands close over her hips, and just like that, flames erupt, licking over my skin, until it becomes an inferno.

I twist until she’s on her back and I’m above her. Our mouths clash, my teeth sinking into her bottom lip until the coppery taste of her blood fills my mouth. She groans, hands sliding down my back to drag the hem of my shirt out of my pants. Her fingers reverse their path, nails raking up my spine.

“Do it again.” The demand bursts from my throat like a growl. It’s the first thing I’ve fucking felt in days.

She complies, and the sting as she breaks through my skin triggers something inside me. I drag down the front of her dress and capture one nipple between my teeth, nipping sharply until she cries out and arches up. My hand finds the bottom of her skirt, and I drag it up until I can wrap my fingers around her thigh and hook her leg over my hip. My dick is straining against my pants, demanding to be freed, and I grind against her.

“Eli.” Her throaty moan feeds my rising hunger, and I hook my fingers into her panties and drag them down her legs.

Sliding down the bed, I give her no warning before I bury my face between her thighs and push my tongue into her pussy. My fingers are biting into her thighs, holding her still as she writhes against my mouth.

There is nothing gentle about my mouth’s attack on her. I feast on her like I’m starving, and her pussy is the only thing that will sate my hunger. Her fingers claw at my hair, pulling and scratching while my tongue fucks her relentlessly into an orgasm.

When she falls over the edge, I rear up and unbuckle the belt at my hips, drag it off, and unzip my pants.

“Condom?” My question is a low growl.

She shakes her head. “Just fuck me.”

I don’t need to hear anything more and I thrust inside her.

Chapter 110

Arabella

Eli thrusts into me over and over, his movements harsh, almost cruel. I take what he gives me, knowing this is what he needs, and I’m ready to give him everything. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I rake my nails down his back, making him hiss.

He pumps into me harder in response, ramming me mercilessly into the mattress. His teeth bite along my jaw and my neck, sinking into my shoulder until it hurts.

I moan his name, fingers tangling in his hair, but I don’t try and stop him.

“Hurt me,” I pant when his lips brush the skin he’s marked. “Hurt me as much as you need. Fuck me like you hate me.”

Rearing up, his hand closes around my throat and squeezes. Fear seeps up, but I keep my gaze locked on Eli’s.

He pulls out, then slams back into me in one deep thrust.

“You want me to use you, Hellcat?”

“Yes.” Leaning my head back, I moan, my mind blurring with pleasure and pain.

He lifts my legs over his shoulders, and grinds into me deeper.

“Do you want to take away my pain?”

My fingers claw at the sheets beneath me. “I want you to feel. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Feel me.”

The look on his face should be terrifying, but I’m not frightened of him. Eli fucks me like a madman. It’s savage, vicious. As though he’s trying to reignite the emotions frozen inside him or suck out all of mine.

My legs are still over his shoulders as he drops down to brace himself over me on the bed with his hands. His pupils are dilated in unadulterated hunger. He pounds into me over and over in a steady rhythm, making the bed shake. I grab his ass in both hands and dig my nails into him. His lips pull back, baring his teeth, and he rolls his hips and rams into me harder.

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