Property of Drex (Death Chasers MC 2)

He studies my eyes for a moment, then he lifts me up quickly by my ass, and my legs wrap around his waist as he pushes me into the wall and crushes his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth, clinging to him as though he might push me away again.

He doesn’t.

If anything, he holds me tighter than he’s ever held me before, and he kisses me like he’s starved and desperate.

Apparently I’ve said the magic words.

Primal and hungry, he continues to devour me, and I finally have to break the kiss just to breathe, turning my head up so that my eyes find the ceiling. My hands move to his hair when he starts kissing down my neck. His mouth is a divine mixture of hot and wet, while his touch stays the perfect blend of possessive and wanting.

I don’t realize I’m being lowered to the ground until my feet are touching it, and Drex tears at the front button of my shorts, ripping them open like he doesn’t have the patience for zippers and things. I moan, still reveling in the feel of his lips on my neck, as he pushes my panties and shorts down in unison, and I kick out of them as quickly as I can.

He pulls back, but before I can protest, he’s tugging my shirt over my head, forcing my arms up so the shirt can be removed. His lips are back on mine the second it’s gone, but the kiss is brief because he lifts me quickly, and I suck in a breath when I go up higher than expected.

“Back against the wall, and legs on my shoulders,” he orders in a tone that doesn’t allow room for hesitation.

Immediately my legs lift and I maneuver them awkwardly until they rest around his shoulders, but my entire body trembles when his hot breath fans my clit seconds before his tongue darts out and licks against the sensitive flesh. I wobble, and my back thumps against the wall as the breath leaves me in a rush.

“Should have put your back against the wall,” he murmurs darkly, a smirk in his voice.

Absolutely no words form, even though I want to say something. Drex Caine doesn’t ever tease. He does everything to the extreme, making you feel everything on an intense level not meant for the weak.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, putting me on a quick path to Mind Blownville, and I moan and grasp at the wall above my head. Even lifted this high in the air, the high ceiling is still out of reach, giving me nothing to steady myself with.

My legs tighten on his shoulders as he wraps his arms around my thighs and brings his hands up to my hips, holding me against his face as he continues to shatter any coherent thoughts.

My hands come down, and my fingers latch onto his hair, steadying myself to keep from falling forward when my body tries to buckle.

“So close,” I whimper. “Please.”

A growl rips free from his throat, and his mouth… I love his mouth. His mouth is my hero.

It almost feels like something explodes inside me with the force of ten orgasms, and I somehow manage not to strangle him when my legs try to clamp down in response. It takes me a second to realize that hellacious animal sound in the room is coming from me, and it ends on a hoarse curse as my entire body goes limp.

I feel myself sliding down the wall, but Drex somehow manages to do all the work of getting me down without my help. When did my legs get off his shoulders?

Frazzled pieces of my mind misfire and refuse to work collectively until he’s carrying me toward the bed, and I lazily try to kiss him. But my mouth misses and I settle for running my lips up his jaw.

“Remember you chose this,” he says quietly while putting me down on the bed.

I stare at him from half-lidded eyes, watching as he tears his shirt over his head. His eyes rake over my bare body—except for the bra I’m still in. I’d take my bra off if my arms would move, but I’m a pile of overly relaxed limbs and incredibly sensitive flesh, still coming down from the euphoric high.

Drex smirks like he’s enjoying the fact I’m mush, and he slowly draws out the process of undoing his jeans. As soon as he’s bare, I’m pretty sure I lick my lips.

“What’re you thinking, Eve?” he asks, slowly crawling over me as I let my eyes drop to the hard flesh that is hovering over my body.

Swallowing, I answer with a breathy, shameless tone. “That it’s been too long since you’ve been inside me.”

Crude but effective.

When my eyes come back up to meet his, I watch as his gaze darkens, and he lowers himself until he’s pushing against me, nudging against the slick skin with the head of his—