Page 126 of Wicked Dreams

I meet his gaze.

“Let’s banish a few.” He leans down and kisses me.

It’s more ruthless than the kiss in Eli’s house. Something has shifted. He’s released the monster inside him.

I shudder at the infiltration. My heart cracks open as he backs me against the wall, taking my wrists and holding them above my head with one of his hands. His other continues his exploration of my body like we never stopped.

His tongue slides into my mouth.

I push his tongue out with my own. He tastes like honey and cinnamon. He growls, the sound resonating deep in his throat, and tears his lips from mine. He latches on to my neck, biting and sucking.

Tingling pleasure flows under my skin. I lift my leg, wrapping it around his hip and pulling him flush against me. I tilt my head to the side to give him access.

He draws back only long enough to get the hoodie up and over my head. He unhooks my bra again, and it falls to the floor between us. I kick it away and go for his clothes. His t-shirt, jeans. My fingers drag over his abdomen.

His lips move down, off my neck. He draws one of my nipples into his mouth, teeth grazing it. Stars burst in front of my eyelids. I wind my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as every muscle tenses. The pain feels good. He could do this to me for an eternity, and I don’t think I’d ever get sick of his touch.

He was made for me.

Pain and pleasure. Isn’t that always how he does it?

He carries me deeper into the house. I’m so drunk on him. He sets me on the counter in the kitchen, dragging my lips back to his before I can register where we are. He kisses me like he’s been starving and I’m his favorite dessert.

Completely.

Savagely.

He pushes my skirt up and tugs on my panties. I flinch at the suddenrip.

“Did you just?—”

He raises my torn panties and grins.

“Caleb—”

“Don’t worry. I have a feeling you’ll like what’s coming next.”

He plunges a finger into me without warning.

My abdomen clenches. My lips part. His body wedges between my knees, forcing me open wider, and I lean back on the counter.

He taps my chin with his free hand. “Watch me.”

I shudder when he lowers himself, his head going between my thighs. He puts my legs on his shoulders. And then he pauses, staring at me with an odd expression.

“Caleb—”

He bites my inner thigh. I yelp, trying to close my legs, but his shoulders block the movement.

His tongue swipes up my center, swirling on my clit. His finger is still inside me, picking up a brutal pace while his tongue pays attention to my bud of nerves.

I groan. It feels too good. Unbearable, even. I try to shove him away, but he doesn’t budge.

His teeth graze my clit.

I cry out and try to squirm away.

He grips my ass, dragging me to the edge of the counter. “Make as much noise as you want, baby.”

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