“I remember seeing a bruise.” It was an impulse, a need to inflict pain with her pleasure, to ground myself.
Yanking the neck of her sweater down, she scowls. “Because you like to leave marks, right?”
A shadow passes through the room as I stand and stalk toward her, devouring the space between us. Tilting her chin with my forefinger and thumb, I trace the light bruises blemishing her soft, creamy skin. I got carried away, held her too tight. Leaning down, I whisper against her ear, “You want me to kiss them better?” Her intake of breath brings a smile to my lips. She likes the big bad wolf. No matter how much she tries to deny it, claim she hates me, her body doesn’t.
Fucking ditto.
I swipe my tongue across her neck, capturing her with an arm around her waist. Her legs almost give in. She’s sensitive, her nerves firing. Closing my mouth over her sore little neck, I suck, kiss, caress the bare surface.
Pulling away to face her, my balls draw up at the unfiltered lust blazing in her eyes. “Ask me to kiss you,” I tell her.
Rapid breaths lift her chest up and down. “Ask me, Freya,” I command.
“No.” She closes her eyes, her tone husky.
A dark chuckle rumbles past my lips as I grasp her jaw, cupping her beautiful face. “Fucking ask me.”
“I hate you.”
“I hate you too. Now fucking ask me.”
“Kiss me,” she cries. Not a plea, but shame. She’s ashamed at how fucking badly she burns for the monster who frightens her so much.
“Say my name,” I growl.
“Noah,” she whines.
“Kiss me, Noah,” I instruct.
Silence.
I tug her forward, inhaling all her sexual heat.
“Say it, Freya, and I’ll give you what you need.”
“Kiss me, Noah.” She sobs. My insides churn at the decision I make. Slamming my lips against hers, I ram my tongue past the seal of her delectable lips, taking my fill.
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