Page 68 of Darling Obsession

He stops completely, just before I explode.

He swipes his tongue over his lips as he stares me down, like he’s daring me to go off.Do it,that look says,and see what happens.

My heart pounds. I’m shaking all over.

I swallow, and try to catch my breath.

He gives me a moment’s reprieve, and pulls me up to sitting, deftly unzips the back of my dress, then tears it up over my head and tosses it away. My bra goes next, and I’m completely naked.

He’s not. It doesn’t seem fair, but it doesn’t seem like it’s up for negotiation, either.

He’s singleminded about it as he pushes me onto my back again, and sucks my nipple into his hot mouth. Suckling, with the same focused intensity, and what can only be calledtenderness, that he used on my clit. It’s so delicious, all I can do is moan and take it.

His fingers slide over my clit, swirling in leisurely circles as he tongues my nipple, then dives onto the other one. He sucks harder now, and I’m right there with him. When he sinks his teeth into my breast, I squeal and arch, so ready for it, I could almost climax.

I’ve never had a guy bite me like that before, but I am instantly here for it.

He snarls. It’s a hungry, feral sound that makes my core clench with need.

He releases me, grabs my hips and flips me over like I’m weightless. I’m folded over the side of the bed, and he yanks my hips so my bare ass tilts up, toward him.

Then he smacks it.

I yelp. It stings, and heat flashes through my core, fading into a tingling warmth.

My mouth hangs open. I’m shocked by my own arousal.

I’ve been spanked before. And kissed. And eaten out. But this man just does it different.

He does everythingbetter.

I hear fabric shifting, the unzipping of his pants, and desire courses through me.

“You want more?” he taunts, in the silkiest, hottest voice, it sets me on fire.

I don’t know whether to be more embarrassed about my reactions, shy, or just fling myself open in abandon. I cling to the bedspread, squeezing it in my fists, holding on for dear life when I whisper, “No?”

“Oh.” He clucks softly. “Well, then I guess I’ll put this hard cock away, and let you get dressed.”

I make the most embarrassingeepsound, and hetsks at me.

Then he waits, a long-ass minute, for me to get up. Not touching me at all.

But I don’t move. I can feel his ferocious heat and want. I can hear him breathing. I know his eyes and all his attention are locked onto me, and it’s fucking intoxicating.

“Did you just lie to me, Quinn?” he says softly.

I mumble something into the bedspread, hiding my face against it.

When I don’t really answer him, he grips my ass in both hands—and shoves his bare erection against my pussy. It’s long, hard and silken-hot, and I immediately rub up on it, practically purring like a cat.

“You said no to me.” His voice is deadly soft. Low, controlled, and hotter than hell.

I’ve never wanted anyone so badly.

Not even close.

I try to breathe like I’m not totally losing my mind. I just want him to take over, so I don’t have to think about it.

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