Page 67 of Red Dreams

I relax my throat and take him deeper, fighting my gag reflex. Tears threaten at the corners of my eyes, but I don't stop, determined to give him as much pleasure as he's given me.

“Look up,” he commands.

I obey, gazing up at him through my lashes as I work his length with my mouth.

“You're so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmurs. “On your knees for me, looking up at me with those bewitching eyes while you suck my cock.”

Heat floods my core at his filthy praise. I moan around him, and he curses, his grip on my hair tightening. He throbs against my tongue, growing impossibly harder.

“I'm close,” he warns, his voice strained. “Pull off if you don't want to swallow.”

But I do want to. I want to taste every part of him, to consume him the way he's consumed me, body and soul. So I redouble my efforts, sucking harder, taking him as deep as I can.

“Fuck, Layla, I'm going to?—”

His words cut off with a guttural groan as he spills into my mouth, his release hot and salty on my tongue. I swallow every drop, savoring the intimacy of it, the power.

Kaden's chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, but I’m not done yet. I release him, but my hand is covered in his spillover. When I’m confident his eyes are back on me, I lick from the bottom of my palm to the tip of my fingers, relishing every drop.

Kaden's eyes flash with renewed hunger.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he growls.

I release my fingers with a wet pop, a small smirk playing on my lips. “But what a way to go.”

He hauls me to my feet and crashes his mouth against mine in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue. I melt into him, my hands sliding over the hard planes of his chest, tracing the scars that map his skin.

Kaden lifts me until my legs wrap around his waist, then backs us up against the wall, caging me in with his arms. He breaks the kiss, keeping his lips a hairbreadth from mine.

“If it gets to be too much, if you need to stop, you tell me,” he says. “No matter what. Understand?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good girl.”

Then his mouth is on me again, all-consuming and overwhelming in the best way. He trails his lips down my jaw and my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. When he reaches the tattoo, he pauses, his breath hot against my throat.

“I want to mark you as mine,” he rasps. “Cover this brand with my own claim on you.”

I shudder at his words, my inner thighs going slick with want.

“Then do it,” I say. “Make me yours.”

Kaden growls, and it vibrates right through me. He bites down on the juncture where my neck meets my shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I cry out, my nails digging into his back as pleasure-pain sparks through me.

He soothes the sting with his tongue before trailing lower, pushing the T-shirt off my shoulder to expose more skin for his lips and teeth to explore. Each scrape of his teeth, each bruising kiss, sends another aching bolt straight to my core.

Impatient, I tug at his hair, bringing his mouth back to mine. He kisses me deeply, desperately, like he's trying to crawl inside me and make a home there. Like he already has.

I'm panting when he pulls back, my lips swollen and tingling. Kaden looks as wrecked as I feel, his eyes wild and feverishly bright. He's a fallen angel, a dark god, and he's all mine.

His hands slip under my shirt again, this time to peel it up and off, baring my upper body to his hungry gaze.

For a moment, I tense, acutely aware of the bruises painting my skin.

“These are badges of your strength,” he says, pressing a kiss to a particularly lurid bruise between my breasts. “They show the world you can take a hit and get back up.”

My eyes go hot at his reassurance, at the unwavering acceptance and adoration in his gaze.

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