Page 81 of Death and Donuts

“We will. Thank you,” Cross said.

She nodded, and he walked her to the door. After he closed it behind her, he turned and caught me rolling my shoulders.

“Want me to rub them?”

“Please. It feels like I went hiking with Vena again and fell into a cave.”

He chuckled and settled in behind me.

His hands were magic. Or maybe the meds kicked in. Either way, I sighed happily twenty minutes later.

“That’s so good,” I said with my eyes closed.

His lips skimmed my shoulder, adding to the pleasant relaxation. His thumbs found a particularly tense spot, and I moaned. I felt him lean forward a second before his teeth scraped my skin, scrambling the signals from relaxing to something more.

I tipped my head back to rest on his shoulder and looked up at him. His gaze swept over my face, and he kissed my forehead, nose, and throat, right where my pulse fluttered.

“You’re right. I think you started something I can’t finish,” he said, his voice low.

“Can’t or shouldn’t?”

“Shouldn’t?”

“Says who?”

He groaned and shifted our positions as he pushed the sheet down to kiss each inch he exposed. His soft breath against my skin and the feel of his skilled hands teased me as they drifted to my breasts.

It wasn’t that all my aches had magically disappeared; it was that his touch helped distract me from what lingered after the massage and the meds.

Dipping his head down, I felt a whisper of air on my nipple right before he took it into his mouth and gently sucked, his tongue rolling and flicking over the sensitive nub. I threaded my fingers in his hair and arched into his mouth with a moan.

He growled, the low vibration lighting me up on the inside. The sharp points of his teeth pressed against my nipple as he drew it deeper into his mouth. When he released it, we were both breathing heavily.

“You’re delicious,” he said.

“Then why did you stop?” I asked, fighting my blush. “You were making me feel better.”

The dark veins around his already black eyes spidered out further.

“I might not survive this.”

He gripped my underwear and slipped them from my body. His fingers traced over my folds and gently circled that place that made my eyes roll back. One of his long fingers slipped inside of me.

I forgot time and space as he slowly unmade me. With each of my mumbled pleas, I could hear Cross, who was always so cool and collected, coming unglued with me. His whispered words of endearment were heavily accented and rough. And his teeth…they scraped relentlessly at my breast and collarbone.

“There,” I breathed. “Right there.”

His finger stroked over that magical place inside of me. He knew exactly where to touch with the perfect amount of pressure. There was nothing clumsy about his pursuit of my orgasm. In fact, in just a space of a few scant minutes, I was on the cliff and plummeting fast.

He kissed my neck as I saw stars and slowly returned to myself.

I felt his body melt next to me. He pressed a kiss to my lips and forehead.

“I’m never letting you go, Everly,” he said.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

After Cross fetchedclothes and other necessities for me from whatever source he magically seemed to have at his beck and call, I closed myself in the bathroom. A quick look in the mirror confirmed I didn’t have visible bruising on my face.

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