a gritty whisper, he says, “Maybe I’ll show you all the things I’ve wanted to do instead. I’d feel bad for leaving marks when you weren’t conscious to enjoy them and know where they came from.”
My body shudders just before he tugs my shirt up, easily slipping it over my head and up my arms. Wrapping the fabric over my hands and tying it in place, he lingers as my face is to his chest, my mouth so close to his skin that I know he can feel my breath against it.
He smells good. He always has. Like something forbidden and mysterious, a scent that captures my senses and reminds me of how dangerous he is. Not because he’s killed. Not because he’s watched me since God knows when. But because he has the power to seduce me even when I fear him.
Settling back, he hovers over me, his powerful legs still at my sides as he palms my face, uses his thumb to drag my lower lip down and kisses me so violently that our teeth hit and scrape, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to trap mine. I can’t pull away, not with the way he’s holding me, not now that he feels no need to restrain himself.
Heat blooms between my thighs, my panties soaked so quickly as Ari fucks my mouth with his tongue, his teeth catching my bottom lip as his eyes lock with mine.
Letting it go, he says, “I plan to punish that lip a lot more in the coming days. Just thought you should know.”
Bracing a palm on the mattress near my head, he holds himself up while looking down my body.
“But first, I’ll torture the rest of you for a while.”
He moves quickly to my feet, locking his hand over the bottom of one to bend my leg and push it out. Running taunting lips over the ankle and up my calf, he takes his time nipping at the skin, his breath so fucking hot that my leg shakes and trembles.
I hate his patience, only because it drives me mad, the calm control he claims while I’m clinging to sanity, and when he works his way to my inner thigh, he clamps his teeth down on the sensitive skin and sucks.
I can feel it like an electric shock traveling up and settling at my core. I jerk away on instinct, but his hand locks down, holding me in place as he bruises the skin with a sensual kiss.
He releases it with a pop, flicks his tongue over the mark and grins against my leg.
“Number one,” he teases, his voice soft yet gritty.
“You’re a son of a bitch,” I breathe out, my voice weak as my body shivers.
Ari laughs, his mouth trailing up the rest of my leg, brushing over my pussy where he breathes me in, the tip of his nose pushing against the wet cotton of my panties, his hands locking on my thighs to shove my legs apart.
My hips lift on their own, my body no longer connected to thought, just the absolute need I feel for him to fill me, the lust that vibrates beneath my skin, forcing my spine straight as my head rolls over the pillow.
He works his way down my other leg, another sensual kiss given to my inner thigh, another mark, another bruise, another aggravating, slow torture that forces my hips to move and my back to arch.
Fuck...
He warned me about what he would do when he had me to himself, and now I wish for that dark hallway, the rush to drive our bodies together, the lack of patience because there wasn’t time.
Ari nips my ankle, and I squeak, the zone made erogenous because my entire body is hyperaware, over-sensitive, buzzing with the need for a harder touch, a firmer grip.
He’s toying with me. Playing my body like an instrument he can use to drive me to insanity.
“I’m going to kill you when you let me go.”
With one swift move, he flips me on my stomach, the restraints tighter now that they’re twisted, his body moving as he licks and nips a trail up the back of my thighs.
Speaking against my skin when he reaches my ass, his breath is a cascade of sinful heat.
“Good. I’m always up for another fight.”
His teeth nip the cheek of my ass right where it meets my thigh. “Just remember, winner takes all.”
And then his teeth lock down harder on the soft flesh of the cheek, his lips closing