Page 184 of Midnights
We can go back to pretending this doesn't exist tomorrow. But tonight, I just want to get lost in him.
His thumb brushes higher, grazing my breast, and a shiver racks through me.
A growl rumbles low in his throat as his grip on my waist tightens.
“Princess,” he growls. It sounds like his voice edged with restraint. His lips hover just above mine, daring me to stop him.
Heat flares through me, and my hands slide up his chest, tracing every sculpted inch of him, hungry to feel more.
God, I’ve thought about this so many times, but nothing compares to the real thing. The way his body feels beneath my fingertips, all control and chaos waiting to be unleashed.
I want more.
I push into him, hoping he gets the hint, and his hands snap around my wrists, catching them, pulling me back with a steady grip.
The corner of his mouth curves, “You don’t get to touch me, Princess.”
His grip tightens slightly, dragging my hands back down, forcing me to stay right where he wants me. “Not yet.”
A frustrated sound starts to make its way up my throat. I almost pout. My fingers ache to keep exploring, to test his control, to see how far I can push before he snaps. But before I can even form another thought, his hand cradles my face, and his thumb drags slow, devastating circles along my cheek.
His mouth moves to my throat, and the world ceases to exist. His lips press against my pulse, soft at first, like a warning wrapped in velvet. His teeth graze my skin before he bites down just enough to have me gasping. The sharp sting ripples through me, and it's a perfect collision of pleasure and pain. I dig my fingers into his hips, clutching him like he’s the only thing keeping me standing.And if I'm being entirely honest, he is.
His grip tightens, and heat crashes through me, obliterating any thoughts I was having.
One second, I’m braced against him. The next, I’m liquid in his hands, and completely at his mercy.
He's the only thing keeping me upright as my knees threaten to buckle. Each breath I take is shallow, like I can’t get enough air. The warmth in my hands flares, matching the electric heat coursing through my veins, leaving me shaking and completely undone.
His kiss is brutal. His tongue teases, demands, and coaxes me deeper into the fire. And I don’t hesitate. I press closer, tasting him like I’m starved for it.
A sharp nip at his bottom lip earns me a low growl, the sound reverberates through his chest. His hands slide down my body, finding the slits in my dress. When his fingers dig into my thighs, it feels like he's branding me with his touch. The way his hands squeeze, has me aching in all the places I wish he was touching.
I move against him needing more, wanting to see if I can get his control to slip. I feel it in the way his grip tightens, and the way his tongue stills for half a second.
When I nip at his bottom lip again, only harder this time, I know I'm playing with the frayed edges of his restraint. His answering growl sends a delicious thrill straight through me and for one fleeting moment, I think I’ve gained the upper hand. Then his voice wrecks me.
“Careful, Princess.” He warns. “You keep testing me like that, and we’re not stopping.”
His eyes drill me to the spot, daring me to call his bluff. The corner of my mouth lifts and my body reacts before my brain can intervene. He might be fighting to keep control, but I see the cracks forming and I'm in the mood to play.
His hands slide up my sides, beneath the fabric, his rough fingers graze my nipple, and my brain abandons ship, leaving nothing but my hormones in charge. The shock of it sends me reeling, and when he pinches, a broken gasp leaves me. His smirk presses against my mouth, and I realize he was never the one unraveling. I was.
Every nerve feels exposed, while his hands continue to explore me with devastating precision. I never stood a chance against this man. And right now, I don’t care. It’s so fucking worth it.
But I’m not going down without a fight. My hand slides lower, grabbing the hard length pressing into me, and he freezes.
“Raven.”
I lean back just enough to meet his eyes, batting my eyelashes.
“What’s the matter, leprechaun?” I purr, arching a brow. “Let me guess… can’t do that either?”
His jaw tenses, and his grip on me tightens. But it’s the chuckle that sends a sharp thrill racing straight to my clit. “Not unless you want to fuck around and find out, pretty girl.”
Instantly soaked.
Heat flares through me, and now I can feel a wicked pulse between my thighs. Suddenly, I’m fighting a losing battle against the storm crashing through me.
