Page 84 of Property of Chaos

Hands to his belt, I guide the buckle open as I lay kisses to his inked throat, teasing the tip of my tongue across his Adam’s apple. He draws a sharp breath, brow pinching, eyes closed. The tail of his belt slaps the back of my hand, and I shift to the button and zipper.

His breathing quickens.

Thumbs inside the waistband, I coax his jeans lower on his hips, Chaos shuffling so that I can drag them under his ass. The denim scrapes against his thick thighs, bunching as it slides over his shins. I hesitate, halfway through tugging them over his feet to look at the ink over his legs. I haven’t seen him fully undressed until now. I hadn’t even thought that perhaps his art extended this far.

Two vicious dogs snarl on his lower legs; teeth bared, clipped ears sharp.

He swallows as though aching to explain.

I trace my thumb across the intricate detail. The almost visceral snarl of the dog on the right.So much anger inside.

Chaos draws a sharp breath when I crunch low and kiss each shin, tugging his jeans free in the process.

I understand. I really do. I have symbols of protection inked across me.

Hands circling his right leg, I trace my way back up his body, moving to settle between his legs again. His gaze tracks my every movement, tongue peeking out every so often to wet his lips,nostrils flaring, and muscle in his jaw jumping. They’re all food for my senses, encouragement to keep going despite my doubts.

His physical affirmations are incredibly arousing.

Enough that I don’t think twice before jerking his boxers down, tugging them the length of his legs to leave him utterly naked atop my bed and at my mercy.

Ass to my heels again, a shy smile tugs at my lips. “What would you do if I walked away right now and left you like this?”

His thick erection pulses. “Wait.”

Not that I could. My gaze drops to his lap again, and his stomach muscles clench in my periphery. On hands and knees, I lean forward, holding his gaze momentarily before I close the distance and steal another kiss. He stretches off the wall, chasing me when I break away.

The man’s arms have got to be burning by now.

I glance at his elbows, then guide his head forward to bring his arms over his head and in front of him. The cuffs clink as I unclip them. “Put your hands behind your back.”

Never breaking my gaze, he leans forward, repositioning his hands as requested.

I lean around his side, refastening them at his lower back. With the bulk of his muscle, he barely has the dexterity to do this, but I make it work.

Hand on his shoulder, I push Chaos back again.

He rolls his lips, and I drop my gaze to his dick, drawing a deep breath at the bead of precum that sits at the tip. My tongue darts to wet my lips before I even think about the action.

His stomach clenches and relaxes in quick bursts, heavy breaths gusting over my head as I kiss my way down the divot of his muscle, over the stiff washboard of his abs, until his wet cock taps at the underside of my jaw.

Fucking hell.I need this as much as he does, if not more. I swallow, moving one hand between my legs to rub a couple ofsmall circles through the slick arousal, then lift my fingers to his mouth.

He dives on the offering like a hungry animal, wrapping his warm mouth around my digits.

I peer up at him from my position low in his lap, a fresh wave of heat rushing to my core.

With his tongue flicking at the tips of my fingers, I open my mouth and slide it over the head of his cock.

He inhales sharply, head hitting the wall with a thud again, and groans.

I move up and down a few times to spread my saliva, lubing his impressive length to take him to the back of my throat. His stomach tenses when I gag, hips jumping.

I do it again, rubbing the sensitive head of his cock against the stiff ridge at the top of my throat.

I play the game, alternating between swirling my tongue over the salty offering at the head, massaging the length with my lips and a little suction, and bottoming out. By the time Chaos squirms, balls drawing tight, I’m a wet fucking mess, slick arousal running down my inner thighs.

I pull away, earning a whimper of discontent.

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