Page 46 of Sweet Nightmares
Jane scrunched her nose. “Ready?”
Anger painted across his face. “What are their names, Jane? I’m going to kill them.”
“No, you aren’t.” She should have let him know, but she couldn’t, and she didn’t know why. It wasn’t like she was against violence. The gang murdered people frequently.
“I am a villain, yet I still treat my women well,” he growled. “Men who don’t treat women well deserve to die.
“Please, Alexei, don’t.”
“Sex isn’t even good without your partner experiencing pleasure. Not to mention, it’s atrociously boring.” He shook his head. “For that alone, they deserve death.”
“Perhaps we could solve some problems without murder.”
The glower he gave her was twisted like a tree branch in a forest of rotting trees.
Completely ignoring what she said, he asked, “Red, my little doe, have you ever even been kissed?”
“Of course. You kissed me on our wedding night.”
“Truly kissed?”
A flash of hurt heated her chest. Did he not consider that a true kiss? Was it that bad? That unremarkable to him?
“Would you like to be?”
“I—what?”
“Would you like to be passionately kissed?”
“I thought,” she stammered, “I thought you didn’t want to be passionate with me tonight.”
“I changed my mind. But I still won’t fuck you.”
With that, he dropped her arms, clasped her face tightly, and brought her mouth to his. It was dominant and powerful and left no room for argument. His tongue plunged inside and danced with hers like a passionate tango.
Quick, quick, slow, twist, pleasure. They were dance partners in lust and delight.
His fingers laced into her hair, and he tilted her chin back so that he could have more access to her.
He let out a rough breath, and then he bit her lip, and a drop of blood mingled into their passion. An iron scent combined with the whiskey on his breath and the black tea and musk of his cologne.
He kissed her like he was building a castle, and she kissed him like she was losing a war.
It was an exploration, a scientific study of one another. Constant discoveries, from the way she curled her fingers into his back as she whimpered, to the way he softened only for her.
A new heaviness dropped between Jane’s legs, her core once more becoming slick, wet, and ready for something.
Is that what he meant by ready?
Nightmare picked her up like he was about to carry her over a marital threshold, but he didn’t move far. He gently laid her down, but his lips never left hers the whole time. His talented tongue never stopped its ministrations until she was fully lying on the couch.
When his lips left hers, she whimpered, but he moved south, exploring her body. First, playing with her breasts and then moving even further south to her core, which demanded friction.
Nightmare dragged his hand up her leg, bunching her skirts as he caressed her. He kissed the inside of her knee before continuing to pull up her skirt, petticoats, and chemise. He licked a trail up the inside of her thigh, and she shivered, another moan escaping her ruby mouth.
But when his mouth touched her folds, she jolted, tensing up like a turtle retreating into its shell. He ran his tongue along her clit, and Jane tensed again, a cloud of tears tracking down her face. Nightmare stopped, his head appearing above her skirts.
“No, please don’t stop.” Her voice cracked. “I’m fine.”
