Page 18 of Evil Eyed
Her head lowered toward mine, and for a moment, sheer panic flashed through my mind. That she would kiss me—and my turn would be over in seconds. It took a few seconds for me to realize she gripped the ridge of my shoulder in her teeth. She bit hard enough that the muscle twinged and throbbed.
Releasing the bite, she ran her tongue over my skin. Up my throat. Biting kisses, not as hard as the first one, but teasing. Keeping me on edge, hoping she’d bite that hard again.
She nibbled on my ear. “Is that too hard?”
“Fuck no.”
“Good. I’m so hungry for you that I want to eat you alive.”
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Leather ghosted down my back.I lifted my head enough to see Keane’s eyes. My body screamed at me to hurry the fuck up. My pussy ached, so damned wet and needy that I could barely sit still, but every time I moved, my ass torched like a bonfire. Every muscle ached for release.
Aidan had primed me, alright. Like a nuclear bomb ready to detonate.
But that would be too easy.
Between Keane’s magical mouth and hands, he’d given me incredible pleasure already, but I hadn’t had him inside me yet. I didn’t doubt my connection to him. His dedication to me was without question. But even when he was gloved, he kept himself apart, although he always offered an easy smile or a hug if I wanted it.
He rarely took any comfort for himself.
The man whose touch and kiss was orgasmic. Who touched him untilheclimaxed, not through his gift, but simply because it felt that good?
“No one,” he whispered against my temple. “Or if they did, I don’t remember that far back.”
I’d thought Aidan was the most broken one. The man with the most baggage. Keane’s pain was quieter, but so much more immense. A gnawing, infinite emptiness spread inside him, a vast wasteland of nothing. He’d given and given and given of himself until there was nothing left, and what he’d been given in exchange was but a drop in a bucket.
I’d enjoyed his gift several times. Which sent a wave of guilt flooding me.
“No, you should never feel a moment of guilt,” he whispered fiercely. “It was my greatest pleasure to share my gifts with you, anytime and every time you wish.”
I lifted my head, searching his face. My first instinct was to kiss the hurt away, but that would be just another way to use him, not make him feel loved. “I want you to feel as treasured as you make me feel.”
His luscious mouth softened, one corner lifting up to reveal a dimple in his cheek. “I’m treasured every time you climax. I feel your love and pleasure spilling out through all our gifts. It’s enough. More than enough. I’m honored to participate in any way that you wish.”
Leaning down toward him, I let my breath whisper across his skin before I kissed his forehead. Dragging my mouth across his skin, down the bridge of his nose, skipping his mouth to kiss his chin. “My kiss isn’t as powerful as yours.”
He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, a smile flickering on his lips. “I wouldn’t say that at all,mo stór. Your lips bring my skin to life.”
I scooted a bit further down his body, wincing at my tender butt. “Then I should kiss every inch.”
“Do to me what you will, my lady. I’ll love every moment of it.”
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Rubbing my lips over his skin heated my mouth. My lips felt puffy and tender, my tongue tingling against his skin. I’d joked earlier about wanting to eat him alive, but I started to wonder if there was something in his magic that truly did make me want to devour him. I could taste his skin on my tongue, a sweet, melting warmth like a dissolving truffle. Chocolate laced with caramel. With a kick—something spicy. A hint of smoky red pepper.
The more I rubbed my mouth on him… the spicier he tasted and the hotter my mouth burned. It was a good burn, though. My skin heated, slightly damp with a sheen of sweat. So sensitive that I could feel the delicate brush of air on my back. The whisper of his leg hairs against my inner thighs.
I opened my jaws wider and gripped his pectoral muscle in my teeth. Holding his flesh in my mouth. Dangerous, so dangerous. I bit a little harder, enjoying the feel of him. His smoky sweet taste. Saliva pooled in my mouth, as if I really was hungry. I swallowed and heat spread down my throat like a spicy hot cocoa.
My stomach even rumbled. Impossible after eating so much dinner. I couldn’t possibly be hungry for food.
I was hungry forhim.
I bit him harder, enjoying the pressure on my jaws. Licking the indentions of my teeth in his luscious muscles. Licked the ridges of abs running down his stomach. The heavy vee pointing to his groin. Wriggling lower on his body, I traced the thicker scar tissue where he’d been gored by the bull, feeling the texture difference of his unmarred skin.
Peeking up at him, I whispered, “Such a long, horrible scar. I can see why it killed you.”
