Demon Disgrace (The Resurrection Chronicles #8) - M.J. Haag Page 0,131

in the feel of his weight pressing down on me even as his lips brushed the skin over my collarbone. The sensitive spot was one of the places he’d often nipped while we were on the mats. My breath quickened, and I threaded my fingers in his hair in anticipation. He didn’t disappoint. A zing shot through me at the first nip of his teeth, and I moaned. He licked the spot and moved further south, his lips caressing my skin until he reached the scooped neckline of my cami.

He lifted his head and looked down at me.

One little nibble and a trailing kiss already had me panting. Merdon was no mere distraction. He was the air I breathed.

“More,” I whispered.

He dipped his head again, bit my shirt, and tugged it low enough to expose one breast. The hot, flat stroke of his tongue set me on fire, and I let out another groan when his mouth closed over the peak.

When he pulled back, I took his face in my hands and leaned up to kiss his lips softly.

“This is me focused on you, Merdon. I will choose to face my fears tomorrow, but don’t let me do that without experiencing you. All of you. Life is fragile, and neither of us knows what will happen. Give me this. Please.”

He growled and kissed me savagely. His tongue stroked mine, each thrust imparting his need for me, and I knew this wouldn’t be sweet lovemaking. Not this time. He proved me right by grabbing the front of my cami and pulling hard. The straps bit into my shoulders before the material gave way.

Breasts fully exposed, I waited for him to end the kiss. He didn’t. He continued to consume me hungrily as his hand roved to my shorts.

I broke away.

“Wait,” I panted. “Clothes aren’t endless. Let me take them off.”

He pulled back and looked down at me. The angry light in his eyes and dilated pupils made him look feral and out of control. That didn’t bode well for my shorts.

I tried removing my hands from his hair, but he grabbed my wrists and held my hands over my head.

A knee wedged between my legs, separating them. The second joined the first. Then he settled his hips against mine. Each movement was a methodical exercise in control that heated my blood because I could see how much he was struggling.

The devil in me demanded we test him and the thick feel of his length pressed against me. Merdon read my intent in my eyes, though, because his free hands clasped my hip and stilled me before I even started.

“Do not move, Hannah.”

His rough voice abraded my senses, and I shivered with need.

He bared his teeth at my reaction and forcefully arched into my hips, giving me what I’d wanted. A whimper of pure bliss escaped me.

“You are mine. You will listen to everything I say and do nothing until I tell you. Do you understand?”

I nodded, tingling in anticipation from head to toe.

“Now and always, Hannah. In bed and out of bed. Do you understand?”

I nodded again, not caring what I was agreeing to. I was that desperate for him to touch me again.

He dipped his head and took my other breast into his mouth. I panted then squeaked when I felt the gentle scrape of his teeth.

“Quiet or I stop.”

I did my best to remain silent as he did his best to get me to make a noise again. Liquid pooled between my legs, and I ground against the hard length nestled there.

“Be still,” he warned.

It nearly killed me not to rub against him again as I lay there, throbbing with need.

“Please. Let me take my shorts off.”

“No.”

He released my hands, skimming his palm down my side and hooking his fingers into the waist of my bottoms. He tugged them down slowly, his mouth skimming from my breast to my stomach to my navel as my shorts traveled the length of my legs.

I was shaking by the time he had them off and his breath was fanning my core. He drew my right knee up to my chest, caressing my inner thigh along the way. Guiding me, he had me hold that leg then the other until I was spread wide for him.

A flash of embarrassment over the position passed quickly when his tongue caressed my soft folds and his fingers found my entrance.

“Quietly,” he whispered.

It was the only warning he gave before unraveling my existence and reshaping me into

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