Page 109 of Hard Rock Deceit
"I'll always worry." Cupping his cheeks, I felt his strong jaw and cheekbones under my hands. "I'm so relieved everything turned out forthebest."
"So am I. When I woke up from surgery with my shoulder on fire, when I couldn't even squeeze a stress ball during my first therapysession…"
He took in a shuddering breath. I tugged him down, cradling his head to my chest, holding him inmyarms.
"Thank you for being by my side,"hesaid.
His lips returned to mine, with soft pecks at first. The kiss didn't stay chaste for long. Soon we were moaning into each other's mouths, grinding against oneanother.
With my legs around his waist, I tilted my hips up to meet his. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the mattress above my head. He took control of the kiss, turning it almost rough withpassion.
When we finally broke for air, the look in his eyes was wild, feral. He stared at me in a way I'd never seen before. His gaze roved all over my face, as if seeing me for thefirsttime.
I parted my lips with a sigh, wetting them, anticipating. His nostrils flared, his eyes scorching hot. Instead of capturing my mouth in another kiss, he ducked his head and bit my neck with agrowl.
I gasped at the sensation. It wasn't a light nip of his teeth. It was possessive and dominating, claiming me as his own. Pleasure pulsed through me from that single point before rushing straight between my thighs, turning me wet and wanton. I bared my throat in invitationformore.
"You like that?" he murmured intomyskin.
I noddeddesperately.
Using his lips and teeth and tongue, he assaulted my throat, leaving bite marks and sucking kisses along the delicate skin. My breathing turned labored and heavy at theonslaught.
August had bitten me before, and I'd loved it, but it had never been this hard, this rough, before. It was doing things to my insides. I was already throbbing, the heat in my core threatening to burnmeup.
He stopped only long enough to tear off my shirt and remove my bra, flinging them to the floor. He immediately returned to biting and sucking, only this time he attacked my breasts. He bit down lightly on one nipple, turning it into astiffpeak.
I moaned, arching my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth, silently asking for more. As his mouth worked one, his thumb and forefinger pinched the other, duplicating the sensation from both sides as I panted andsquirmed.
With his mouth occupied, he scratched his nails lightly down my front, leaving a pink trail. He reached my leggings and didn't stop, tugging them down and continuing his path down my hipsandlegs.
When I was naked except for my panties, his lips returned to my mouth. His fingers didn't stop their exploration, sneaking under my panties. He pinched my clit lightly. I let out a choked cry at the sharp sting. An exquisite pleasure-pain tingled throughout my body until I was shaking, thighs clenching and fingers tightening intofists.
"Little masochist," heteased.
"Does that make you a sadist?" I askedbreathlessly.
"I'd never hurt you." He pinched my clit again. "But that doesn't mean I can't enjoytorturingyou."
I moaned loud and long as he continued to do so, using one hand to play with my clit, the other sneaking between my folds, two fingers dippinginsideme.
I writhed on the bed, scratching at his back for purchase as he worked me into a frenzy, taking me to higher and higher heights. When I thought I couldn't take anymore he bit down on my lower lip. That was enough to send me over the edge. I cried out and trembled furiously, clamping down and fluttering around hisfingers.
I slowly sunk back down onto the mattress, trying to catch my breath. August reclined next to me on his side, running his hand up and down mybelly.
"I had no idea you liked that kind of thing," he saidsoftly.
"I didn't either. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. Like the pain made the pleasure that muchbetter."
"You can't experience true pleasure without knowing what true painfeelslike."
He said the words softly, as if they held a greater meaning for him. I turned on my side until we were facetoface.
"I read that book, you know," I told him. "Your favorite.TheGiver."
Hestilled.
"What did you think of it?" he askedslowly.
