Page 22 of The Demon's Sinful Serenade
My heart pounded at his commanding tone, desire pulsing low in my belly.
Fuck yes.
I turned the key in the lock and twisted the knob. The door swung open. Slowly, I stepped inside, acutely aware of his hands still gripping my hips.
I reached for the light switch, but Zane's fingers wrapped around my wrist. I turned to face him and found his eyes glowing like molten gold in the darkness.
"River," he breathed, and then his mouth was on mine.
His kiss was hot and demanding, flooding me with pure adrenaline. The sensation of being lifted made me gasp, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist as he pinned me against the wall. Every place our bodies touched burned, electric pleasure crackling along my nerves.
His tongue traced the seam of my lips, parting them easily. I groaned as his tongue met mine, exploring my mouth with delicious hunger. His teeth scraped over my bottom lip, drawing a whimper from somewhere deep in my chest.
"Fuck, the sounds you make," he growled against my throat. His hands slid under my shirt, fingers tracing up my ribs. "Let me hear more."
"Maybe if you earn them," I teased, though my breath hitched as his thumbs brushed the undersides of my breasts.
He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his own glowing with wicked intent. "Is that a challenge?"
His palms cupped my breasts through my bra, kneading gently as his mouth returned to my neck. I swallowed hard, suddenly wishing I weren't wearing pants. When his thumbs circled my nipples through the thin fabric, I couldn't hold back a moan.
"There's one," he murmured, clearly pleased with himself. His tail curled around my calf, its pointed tip tickling behind my knee. "But I think you can do better."
I started to make a smartass reply, but his teeth found that spot below my ear, and whatever words I'd planned dissolved into a gasp. His low chuckle vibrated against my skin.
"That's two." His hands slipped beneath my bra, skin on skin making me arch into his touch. "Keep counting?"
"Fuck off," I managed, though there was no heat in it.
He chuckled again, thumbs stroking over my sensitive nipples. Pleasure zinged straight to my core, wetness pooling between my thighs. I rocked against him, needing friction, needing release, but his hands tightened to keep me still.
"Ah, ah, that's cheating." He nipped at my throat, making me jump. "If you want to come, I'll need to hear more of those lovely sounds."
I bit my lower lip, trying not to whimper as his clever fingers toyed with my nipples. Part of me wanted to give in, to let him take control. The rest of me wanted to push back, to test his patience. See how far I could press before he pushed back.
"No?" His hands left my breasts, the sudden absence torturously illegal in at least nine countries. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me higher against the wall. "Then maybe I should remind you exactly what these sounds get you."
My head fell back as he sucked hard at my pulse point. The ache between my legs grew unbearable as his thigh wedged between mine, spreading me open. His teeth scraped the delicate skin of my throat and sent shivers through my limbs.
I dragged my nails down his sides, enjoying the way he shivered at the contact. He rewarded me with a roll of his hips, his cock grinding against my clit through the layers of clothing. Pleasure burst through me, brighter and hotter than anything I'd felt in months.
"Three," I gasped, my fingernails digging into his back.
"Good girl," he growled, rocking harder, increasing the pressure between my thighs.
He kissed along my jaw, capturing my lips once again. The kiss was just as demanding as before, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, kissing him back with equal ferocity.
Zane carried me down the hall to my bedroom, his mouth trailing lower to leave kisses and bites down my neck and along my collarbone. Each little sting sent sparks skittering through me, heat blooming in the wake of his tongue.
He set me on my feet, hands going to the hem of my shirt. "This needs to go."
I lifted my arms, and let him pull the fabric over my head. In seconds, the offending garment disappeared into the shadows, leaving me half naked before him. I reached for his shirt, but he caught my wrists.
"Not yet." He backed me toward the bed. "First, I want to see all of you."
My knees hit the mattress and I sat, looking up at him through my lashes. "I thought you wanted to hear me."
"Oh, I do." He knelt between my legs, hands sliding up my thighs. "But I also want to watch you fall apart under my tongue."
