Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,145

of pain made me bite down on my lip, but there was something addictive about it too.

He was silent as he worked, the teasing and joking falling away as he concentrated and I couldn’t help but love being the sole focus of his attention like that.

It took almost two hours for him to finish it and he gently wiped away the blood, his breath warm as it fluttered over the mark.

“Ours,” he growled, placing a kiss to the sore skin and making a moan pass my lips.

“In every way,” I agreed.

He started trailing kisses and bites down my spine and my breaths turned to pants as he made it clear he was going to mark me as his with a carnal act too and I was more than happy to go along with that. But as he pulled my hands behind my back and locked them at the base of my spine, I frowned.

“Kyan?” I tugged at my hands and he held onto them for a moment before his grip loosened.

“You okay, baby?” he asked and I pulled my wrists away from him, rolling onto my side. He dropped down beside me, pushing my hair behind my ear with a gentle stroke that made me feel loved so fully, my heart swelled. I snuggled up closer to him, laying a soft kiss on his lips and he watched me, seeming a little out of his depth. Things with Kyan were always passionate, rough and raw. And I loved that about him. But I wanted him to know it didn’t have to be that way all the time. I wanted him to feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable with me. That he didn’t always have to be the big bad wolf.

“What if I said I didn’t wanna be restrained tonight?” I asked, biting my lip as I gauged his reaction. A shadow slid over his eyes and his adam’s apple rose and fell.

“Don’t you like it?” he asked gruffly, his brow furrowing.

“Of course I do,” I said, laying my hand on the curve between his neck and shoulder. “But we don’t always have to do it that way. Sometimes, I really wanna touch you…” I ran my fingers down his chest and I could see him fighting some fervent urge in him. It made my heart hurt to know this was causing him discomfort. But I wanted to break this barrier down between us. I knew we could do it if we worked together.

“Is it because of Deepthroat?” I whispered and he cringed at that name, his eyes moving somewhere over my head so he didn’t have to look at me when he answered.

“Nothing about what happened with her is relevant to you,” he gritted out, but I didn’t believe that.

“It’s alright,” I said, sliding my hand up to cup his jaw as I tried to get him to look at me. And he did, but his eyes were filled with endless pain and regret. It hurt me to see that chasm of suffering in him and I wished I could crawl into him and heal it.

“I don’t want you to feel like I only want you one way,” he said in a growl. “Or that restraining you means I love you any less. It’s just…” He leaned toward me, kissing my neck as he pushed my hair away from it. “Something I need to do.”

“Kyan,” I sighed in protest as he pushed me onto my back and knelt over my hips, kissing up my throat to my ear and teasing it in the perfect fucking way with soft nips of his teeth. “Kyan.”

“I don’t have to be rough all the time,” he said, his deep voice sending a quake through my body. God damn him.

He started kissing his way down my body, worshipping every piece of my flesh he found as his hands skimmed along my sides. I started panting, unable to think straight as he moved between my thighs and showed me how slowly, softly and catastrophically he could touch me with nothing but his mouth.

I parted my lips on protests that wouldn’t come out as he brought me to an earth shattering crescendo that made my whole body tremble. Then he laid his weight on me and pulled my arms above my head, holding my wrists with one hand in a hold that was firm but not tight.

“Kyan we should really ta-” I started but he pushed inside my body in one slow and fluid movement and my