Page 9 of Guarded By the Hellhound
I groan and wrap a fist around her hair in the blink of an eye. “Don’t test me.”
I lick the side of her neck, and she shivers. “Because if you play with fire, you are going to get burned….”
KATHERINE
The intensity in his gaze, in his touch, I know I am provoking him, but when he puts his hands on me, I just forget to think. And I really, really don’t want to think right now.
“Please, Raider,” I whisper. “Make me forget for a little while.”
“Are you sure, Katherine?” he rasps. “Once you are mine, I will not let you go easily.”
Am I sure? Do I want this? I feel like I have been on the run for so long. Right now, in this moment, under his control, I am finally able to just be. I want to forget, but I’m also strangely drawn to him. So, is this more than just a one-time thing? Can this be more?
“Why?” I whisper. “Why won’t you let me go?”
He pulls my head back even further and breathes in my ear. “Because you taste divine.”
He nips my ear, then rests his jawline a mere inch from my lips. “Just one word.”
I squirm in his lap, feeling a rush going through my body at his whispered words and his rough commands.
“Yes,” I breathe.
The minute the word leaves my lips, his mouth is on mine. His lips are firmly on mine, pressing into me with a lust-filled intensity.
His kiss is not just a kiss; it's a profound expression of affection. It’s a show of dominance, an attack on my senses, it’s…. a claiming. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, he nips at my lower lip, and the slight pain from the pull on my hair is making me feel like all the nerves in my body are on fire.
When he finally lets go of my mouth, he kisses and nips his way along my neck, moving down to my throat and my collarbone. I let my head fall back in submission, a moan escaping my lips. It’s not a cute, sexy moan. No, it’s a guttural, primal moan. I feel his cock stiffen even more, his hand moving under my shirt, grabbing my waist. The skin-on-skin contact makes me shiver, and he gives my side a light squeeze.
“So soft,” he murmurs as he continues his assault on my shoulder. He is reaching for the collar of my shirt but doesn’t stop. His mouth finds my nipple through the fabric when he uses his hand to lift my breast.
I got dressed in a hurry and did not take the time to put on a decent bra, so a skimpy lace bralette is all that separates my breast from his touch. The rough cotton of my shirt enhances the delicate feel of the lace, and I whimper when he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks. Hard.
I want to feel him, too, so I try to place my hands on his chest and turn in his lap, but he is not having it.
“Did I tell you to move, Katherine?” he says.
“No…” I whimper.
“That’s right,” he says with a concerning gleam in his eyes. Next thing I know, I’m sitting atop the table, and he’s leaning back in the chair.
“Let’s set some ground rules,” he continues. “I command, you listen.”
I swallow. That should not sound so sexy, but I feel my panties getting wet at his words.
He breathes in deeply, a self-pleasing smirk forming on his handsome face like he knows what he’s doing to me.
“If you don’t listen, I will make you listen.” He pauses, and I lick my lips. “Are you still with me?”
I nod, but he just arches an eyebrow. “I will always need words, Katherine.”
“Yes,” I say, hardly recognizing the husky sound in my voice.
His smirk intensifies, looking me up and down.
“I think you got your panties dirty, Katherine. You’d better take them off.”
When I don’t move, he raises his chin.
