Page 16 of Sweet Conviction

"I'm not taking you to my bed until you have my ring on your finger," he snarls against my lips. "I don't want your body. I want your future. Marry me, Tempest."

"I…" I shake my head. "We can't."

He growls, a rumbling, dangerous sound, his eyes flashing. "Fine. Then I'll convince you. Even if it takes me all fucking night."

His fingers find my nipples, pinching them through the thin fabric of my nightgown. I arch into him, gasping. Oh my God. That shouldn't feel nearly as good as it does. And yet…

"Dalton," I whimper.

In one fluid motion, he boosts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist to grind his cock against me. He sinks his teeth into the side of my throat, nipping and biting. I moan, tilting my head back to grant him access.

He trails kisses like fire across my throat and chest, his lips searing my skin as he devours me. His hands are everywhere, cupping my breasts, squeezing my ass, stroking me through my nightgown until I'm a writhing, desperate mess.

I arch against him, wordlessly begging for more. I can't think, can barely breathe through the haze of lust clouding my mind.

God. He's like a wrecking ball battering my defenses, every touch and scorching kiss slowly demolishing them.

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes. Please, Dalton."

"Then say yes," he commands, thrusting against me, one hand fisted in my hair. "Say you'll marry me, and I'll let you come."

"I…can't," I choke out.

He growls and bites me again, sucking at the skin of my throat, right above the pulse pounding there. He rocks his hips into me, the hard rigid of his erection grinding against my clit again and again.

But every time I'm on the edge, trembling, ready to go over, he stops.

"Say it, Tempest," he growls. "Tell me."

I don't know how long he torments me, dragging me to the edge again and again, only to deny me. But when I feel his fingers dancing over the seam of my panties, teasing me, I crack.

It's too much. My entire body is on fire, burning up with need.

"Yes!" I cry, drugged with pleasure, unable to withstand his sensual assault on my body. I need him…need to come. It physically hurts not to come.

A predatory growl rumbles in his chest, vibrating through me, so full of satisfaction I feel it like a gong striking in my soul.

He shifts and drops to his knees, balancing me on his broad shoulders. His dark eyes blaze up at me, full of lust and possession.

"I have to taste you. I can't fucking breathe until I hear how sweet you sound when you're riding my face."

Oh God.

"I'll say my vows with your juices all over my goddamn face, Tempest." He rips my soaked panties aside, pressing me back against the wall, spreading me open for him.

I feel his gaze on me…hear the hungry growl rumbling on his lips.Seethe desperation blazing in his eyes.

"You'll kiss your taste from my lips to seal this marriage," he growls.

Then his mouth is on me, and I nearly scream, my hands fisted in his hair as I cling to him.

He falls on me with a growl, licking and sucking, that wicked tongue everywhere at once. He rolls it over my clit and then forces it inside my hole to fuck me with it. Pleasure crashes through me, my body bowing, my hips undulating shamelessly against him.

"That's it," he mutters, his voice muffled. "Grind this hot little body against my fucking face. Fuck yourself on my tongue."

I give him exactly what he demands, grinding against his mouth…losing myself to the sinful pleasure of his tongue.

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