His eyes rolled back into his skull and he let out a pleased groan. “We’re a match made in heaven.”
Pushing his shirt up his chest and pressing kisses to his stomach, I said no more.
Now was the time to let carnal pleasure overtake everything else.
He sat up, removing his shirt and tossing it somewhere behind me. I did the same with mine.
I lowered, my hair swishing around us.
His hands skimmed up my back, hovering over the clasp of my bra, but he didn’t undo it. They continued a lazy journey to my front and I couldn’t help but moan against his mouth when his hands tested the fullness of my breasts.
I had never wanted anything more than I wanted to be owned by Caelan Fucking Gregory.
His lips devoured mine, eating me alive in a deliciously slow torture.
Something told me I’d just sold my soul to the devil.
Certainly no one of this realm could produce such an otherworldly response from me.
Pulling roughly on the strands of his hair, I whispered in his ear, “Don’t hold back.” Then I bit the lobe, the pressure, no doubt border-lining on painful. I wanted him to know that I wasn’t some dainty flower that he needed to be careful with. I was like him. A fucking beast, I just kept my inner monster on a tighter leash.
“I never do,” he growled.
In a lightning fast motion, he had my bra removed and my breasts were bared to him. Staring down at him, I waited with baited breath to see what he’d do next.
He sat up, holding me in his lap.
His stare was intense and unwavering.
I knew that he wouldn’t stop this time.
Whatever had made him halt this morning, that cloud of doom was gone. Right now, it was just he and I, and what our bodies could give each other. Our demons still hovered there, but for now, they didn’t weigh us down. We were escaping.
His mouth closed around my breast, taking the nipple between his teeth. My eyes shut and my neck bowed back. My breath was embarrassingly loud, but I didn’t care.
His tongue swirled around the tip and I moaned, biting down on my lip. When he looked up at me through hooded lashes, I knew he saw the lust in my eyes.
Kissing and nibbling his way down my chest to my stomach, his fingers found the button on my jeans. He slid them down my thighs, but since I was straddling him they didn’t get very far. He was content with that though. His fingers found the edge of my panties. Pulling the fabric to the side, he slipped a finger inside. First one, and then two. I swallowed thickly. My heart beat rapidly and I lowered my head to the crook of his neck. I closed my mouth around the area where his shoulder connected with his neck, and bit down. Hard. A hiss escaped between his teeth.
I was branding him with my mark the only way I knew how.
Before I knew what was happening, I was beneath him and he had my arms pinned to the bed. A vein throbbed in his forehead, and he growled, “Be a good girl, Sutton, and later I’ll let you be as bad as you want.”
I stroked a finger over his heavily stubbled cheek, and then moved that same finger over his parted lips. “Promise?”
He didn’t answer me.
With a jerk, my jeans and panties were gone, lost somewhere in his apartment. His clothes followed quickly. It was obvious that Caelan wasn’t the kind of guy for much foreplay. Lucky for him, I believed it was overrated.
He grabbed a condom from the night table and slid it on.
He held my hips in a vice like grip, but didn’t move. I tried to roll my hips forward, but his hold tightened painfully until I whimpered.
I was scared he’d changed his mind, and like earlier he was about to lose his shit.
I braced myself, my body tightening as I waited for him to slap me or do something. He had that dangerous look men got in their eyes just before they hit you.
But then, he surprised me, and his blue eyes softened.