Unchained Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 5)

“Getting closer to killing Hannah,” he says before kissing my forehead so sweetly.

“Okay, so I’m getting worried. You’re being incredibly nice. Just how much of my blood did you drink earlier?”

His lips tug into a grin at one corner of his mouth, transforming his entire face.

“I’ll make sure to do something to piss you off before we get out of bed, Princess,” he says, kissing me again before I can think about the way he said the word Princess.

He’s always used it as more of an insult or unimportant name, never an endearment. Still doesn’t feel quite like an endearment, but not exactly an insult either.

The clap of the journal shutting slightly startles me, as I feel him leaning over me, sliding between my legs as he puts the journal on the table.

I pull back, glancing at the journal then at him, as he stares down at me.

“You never told me but one way you imagined having me,” I tell him. “And it was anticlimactic, because you basically said exactly what we did.”

His smile is so quick that I almost miss it before his lips go to my neck, teasing me when he sucks skin into his mouth and lets his fangs graze the flesh without puncturing it.

My hands smooth up his back, and I spread my legs wider, giving him more room to kiss his way down my chest. “I’ll spend the next twenty-four hours showing you,” he murmurs against my skin.

“Twenty-four solid hours?” I ask, my eyes fluttering shut when he starts teasing my nipple with his mouth in so many different ways.

My hands move to his hair and my fingers twist in the soft strands, as my hips arch, pressing up into him, desperate for friction.

“Twenty-four solid hours. We have time,” he says, dragging his lips down farther. “We have time,” he says again before he comes up, his lips fusing to mine before starting the teasing process all over again.

His mouth touches every part on the front of my body, except for one, over the next hour, dragging out the torture until I’m writhing beneath him, practically on the verge of begging.

“Please,” I finally whisper, feeling his groan against my inner thigh as his hands start sliding up my outer thighs, gripping firmly and pulling them wider.

His mouth moves next, his tongue ghosting over that sensitive bundle of nerves just barely, and I practically convulse without even having an orgasm. I feel the bastard’s smile, proud of himself, before I’m suddenly uncaring how arrogant he is.

My back arches when he stops teasing, the bed rips under my grip, and my breathing grows erratic and loud inside the otherwise quiet room. Then he growls, and I’m tipped over the edge from the simple vibrations.

My hips buck back, everything feeling overly sensitive as I start trying to pull him up, desperate to have him inside of me.

He doesn’t make me wait quite as long for that, since he’s lifting my leg and thrusting into me at the same time his mouth comes down and bites into my shoulder. The delicious lick of just the right fire slithers through my veins, heightening all my senses, and then that erotic crackle starts at my core and explodes outward as the next orgasm crashes through me.

Someone starts banging on the door, but we both ignore it as his hips work at just the right speed, dragging me closer to a third time.

The second he releases my shoulder with his mouth, the banging intensifies.

“Go the fuck away!” he shouts, but they can’t hear us. There’s a soundproofing spell, and no windows or doors are cracked.

We can only hear the knocking and not anything being said from the other side.

To keep him from dealing with the relentless door banger, I bite into his shoulder, using my own venom, and a sexy growl rumbles in his chest as his rhythm starts growing more aggressive.

You’d think without their being a headboard, a person could enjoy really hot sex without that annoying banging sound, but someone won’t give up.

Cursing, I shove Slade off me, and he groans when I hurry to the door, opening it a crack to look out, leaving my back to Slade.

“Damn it, Dice, what?” I snap.

“I’m going to kill that motherfucking, pointless incubus,” Slade says, sounding just like his normal self now.

Dice gives me a pointed look. “He can’t really kill me if he’s with you, can he?”

Something topples over, and I hear Slade curse as I grin, then wipe the grin away, because I’m also pissed right now.