Dark Obsession (Vampire Royals of New York #3) - Sarah Piper Page 0,51

you—of harming you… I know I didn’t handle things well earlier. I’m sorry. I—”

She stretched up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his mouth, silencing the last of his mangled apology.

Her lips were cool from the chilly air, but her mouth was hot and inviting, and Dorian eagerly returned the kiss, deepening it with soft, teasing strokes until he finally coaxed out a moan of pleasure. Her heartbeat quickened, the familiar hum of her pulse entrancing him as they picked up where they’d left off in his bed.

He was always so hard for her, so ready to devour her, everything in him aching to be closer to her.

After a kiss that lasted an eternity, she broke for air, gasping through swollen lips that sent a fresh bolt of desire straight to his cock.

“Tell me your mine,” she whispered urgently, mirroring the words he’d so desperately uttered in the car last night, the swell of her breasts rising and falling in time with her ragged breath. Her flannel shirt had shifted sideways, revealing a black bra strap and the soft curve of a shoulder, and in that moment, all Dorian wanted to do was claim her. Bite her. Fuck her. Answer her demands with a litany of hot, hard thrusts that would eradicate every last doubt.

The utter baseness of his thoughts reminded him of their very first meeting.

The very first taste.

“I’m yours, Charlotte. Always.” He captured her mouth in another bruising kiss and slid his hands under the curve of her ass, lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he leaned back, relishing in the feel of her weight against his body, steadying him, anchoring him.

Right now, everything else could fucking burn. As long as Charlotte was in his arms, in his mouth, in his hands, nothing else mattered.

He carried her to the grass beyond the cobblestones and laid her on a bed of fallen leaves, unfastening her jeans and sliding them off with her panties. He stripped out of his own pants and boxers, then climbed on top of her, kissing her madly as he slid his hand between her thighs, seeking her endless warmth.

She was hot and slippery for him, her hips arching up to meet the urgent thrust of his fingers, her hands fisting the leaves at her sides.

Bloody hell, how he loved making her blush.

Making her moan.

Making her shatter.

She was close to the edge already, her body pulsing around his fingers as he thumbed her clit, her thighs trembling, her mouth parted as she gasped for breath…

But then she grabbed his wrist and stopped him, pulling herself up onto her knees.

“Not yet, Mr. Redthorne,” she said, her voice hoarse, her eyes dark with a feral desire that told Dorian everything he needed to know.

She wanted—needed—to take control.

It was a demand. A test. A question.

Would he give this to her? Would he let her call the shots?

The flannel skimmed the top of her bare thighs, and Dorian ached to lower his mouth to them, to trace every curve with his tongue until he had her writhing once again.

She knew it, too. He could read it in her devious little smile.

But his answer, now and for the rest of eternity, was yes.

“Whatever you need, love,” he whispered, holding up his hands, as if he’d just surrendered his very life. “Take it.”

She reached for the buttons on his shirt, slowly working them open and pushing it off his shoulders as she kissed her way down his chest, leaving a searing-hot path in her wake.

“On your feet,” she ordered, and he obeyed without question, standing naked before her as she knelt in the leaves and fisted his cock. “I’ve been wanting you to fuck my mouth all day.”

She brought her lips to him and blew a soft breath across his flesh, then swirled her tongue around the tip, licking and teasing him as she continued to stroke him with her fist. Just when he thought he couldn’t take another moment of the teasing, she moaned and closed her lips around him, taking him in so fucking deep it made him shudder.

“Charlotte,” he growled, fisting her hair. “Keep doing that, and I’m going to come right inside that dirty mouth of yours.”

She looked up at him through her dark lashes, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Dorian’s warning had only served to encourage her, and now she cupped his balls, teasing them as she sucked him in deeper, harder, her mouth so hot and wet