Page 121 of Infernal

He inched his mouth to mine as his hand came up and cupped my jaw. My breath hitched as he gently parted my lips with his thumb, and then grazed his tongue along the opening, feather-soft and tantalizingly slow.

Holy shit balls.

“More,” I panted, arching into him hungrily as he smiled against my lips and then deepened the kiss.

His fingers laced through my hair as he pushed my mouth open and swept his tongue against mine, kissing and sucking and nipping my lips until I was nothing more than putty in his hands.

“Pick another spot,” he ordered as he pulled away, leaving me breathless and pooling with need.

I knew this was going to mouthwateringly bad places, but I didn’t know how to stop myself from going. “My neck.”

He licked his lips and lowered his head, tilting it down to my neck as he brushed his mouth against my skin, inciting a fever of heat all over my body as he painted my skin with strokes of his tongue.

“What else?” he asked, his mouth and tongue still against my neck.

“Teeth,” I whimpered. “Use your teeth.”

His fangs clicked out at my command, and my heart raced off into heart-attack territory as he grazed his pointed teeth along my skin, hard enough to excite me, but not hard enough to break the skin.

“Like this?” he asked mischievously, knowing it wasn’t enough.

“No.”

“Then how?”

“Dominic, please.”

“Say it, angel.”

“Feed…I want you to feed.”

His fangs burrowed into my neck as he drew out a small taste of my blood. “Like that?”

“More,” I panted as he bit down harder, drawing out more of my blood.

Waves of pleasure immediately filtered into my bloodstream, kissing every cell in my body and then washing them under like a tidal wave with no end. I wasn’t sure how long it had been since he last drank from me, but it felt like I’d been waiting an entire lifetime in agony. The sweet release took over, and suddenly, it felt like I was floating.

Needing more, I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. I could feel the cord between us—the bond—tightening with every ounce he drank, but I had lost the desire to fight it altogether now.

He pulled away, as if knowing the exact moment to stop—to keep me lucid enough to keep asking him for what I wanted. “What else?” he asked looking far too in control of himself as he licked my blood from the corner of his mouth.

I, on the other hand, was not in control of myself or my volcanizing need for him. My body was damn near writhing in pain for it.

“What else, angel?” he asked again when I failed to produce words.

“My clothes,” I whined, unable to stand the heat rocketing through my body.

“What about them, angel?”

“Take them off,” I pleaded, needing to feel his masterful hands all over me again.

A dangerous smile curled the corner of his mouth. “Right here in the middle of the den?”

“No.” I knew where this was going, and by the way he was looking at me, so did he.

“Then where?” he whispered huskily, his eyes blazing with desire.

“Upstairs…in your room.”

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