Page 76 of Sweet Nightmares
His only response was a grunt before he flipped them around, causing her back to hit the wall, and engulfed her mouth again. It was all lips, teeth, and untamed passion—like two starving hyenas devouring a meal after months of starvation. In their case, years of it.
Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist, and she felt the thick bulge of his arousal against her core. She ground against him and let out a moan. And she suddenly realized they were wearing too much clothing.
She ripped at his white-collared shirt, splitting open the buttons, which fell to the marble floor.
He suddenly wrenched his mouth away and pushed her back further into the wall, his hand coming up around her throat. “Slow down.”
“No,” she whimpered.
He sighed and leaned his head against hers as if he were practicing great patience. “You’re not ready for this yet.”
“Nightmare, no, please don’t pull away again,” Jane begged, her breasts rising with her frantic words and breaths. “I can’t wait any longer. I can’t.”
He removed his head from her forehead and pinched his fingertips deeper into her neck, stealing some of her breath. “You misunderstand me. I am going to fuck you tonight, but I’m going to have to show some restraint, and that’s not going to be very easy if you attack me like this.”
“I don’t want restraint.” She managed to get the words out despite his hand on her throat.
“Yet, it’s what you need.” He released some pressure and slowly pressed his lips to hers again. “Let me show you something different. I promise later you will get my beast.”
Nightmare scooped her up, threw her over his shoulder, and walked her to their room before throwing her onto the bed.
“Now, we do this my way.”
“We do everything your way,” she said, sitting back on her elbows and looking at his towering frame.
He lifted his eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
Nightmare snapped his fingers, and her dress, petticoats, corset, and shift disappeared off her body, leaving her fully naked before him.
“You could always do that?”
“With you, yes.” He prowled toward her, his hands first landing on her ankles.
His fingers danced up her calves, and when he got to her knees, he spread her open and placed a kiss on her inner thigh before moving up to her core and proving just how talented his tongue could be.
It took an embarrassing amount of time for her to fall apart. One of his touches was enough. While she orgasmed, he continued his ministrations, wrenching every spasm from her he could get.
“Oh, gods,” she moaned as he slid a finger inside, but just as he did, she tensed and she let out a yelp, her head falling to the pillow.
Jane pinched her eyes shut, hating that he was right. She was defective. She couldn’t just be fucked normally. The first time he touched her, she flinched and freaked out, and then the pain started. She wasn’t normal, and if he had just pounded into her, like she had wanted, it would have been painful like all the other times.
But she hated that he was right, and he knew her so damn well, and she was such an open book when he was a book in a forgotten language.
“Jane,” he growled, and with his free hand, he clutched her chin. “Look at me.”
Her eyes flashed open.
“Trust me, Jane. Let go.” He moved, curled his finger again inside her, and her walls tensed again. It was so frustrating because she’d been working on this, touching herself so she wouldn’t have this problem anymore, and she knew that it had disappeared. “Breathe,” he said, placing a kiss on her chin below her ear. “Breathe, and look at me.” He moved so that his face hovered before hers. “Breathe, my doe. Breathe and trust me.”
So she did; she sucked in a slow, steady breath and slowly let it out; all the while, his gaze held hers.
It didn’t make sense. How was this man—this monster—so gentle with her? How did he know what she needed when he didn’t even have a heart?
It didn’t make sense.
But it was him.
“Good, now keep breathing.” He curled his finger again, and this time, her pelvic floor didn’t spasm and shoot an intense pain through her body.
