Came Back Haunted (Experiment in Terror #10) - Karina Halle Page 0,9
promise me you won’t do that again.”
“It wasn’t on purpose, Dex.”
“Promise me,” he says again, voice hard. “I mean it. You shouldn’t…you can’t do these things without me, okay? We either do this together or we don’t do it at all.”
It’s a hard thing to promise when it felt like I had no control over it, but even so, I need to put his mind at ease. “I promise.”
His gaze sharpens on mine, heat igniting, before his eyes drop to my lips. “I don’t know what I’d do if something were to happen to you.”
Okay, now he’s making me nervous.
“Nothing is going to happen to me,” I assure him.
But why does it feel like I’m lying?
A strange look of fear comes over his features for a moment. His hand at the back of my neck holds me tighter, his palm warm against my cold, damp skin. He leans in and puts his lips on mine, kissing me hard, my mouth opening to his, letting him in.
I feel the kiss all the way to my bones, making my toes curl against the floor, his tongue straight-up fucking mine. Nothing soft or slow or sweet, just a wild plunge that strokes a fire inside me, the kind of fire that will engulf the both of us if we let it.
I put my hands on his firm chest and push back enough to catch my breath.
“I need to take a bath,” I manage to say.
The lids of his eyes are heavy, his gaze carnal. “Have to get naked first.”
He captures my mouth again, his kiss more urgent than before, causing my legs to squeeze together, flames licking me from the inside. One hand goes behind my back, deftly unhooking my bra, my nipples already hard. I drop the clothes I was carrying, and my bra falls with it to my feet.
He’s not going to let me take my bath, is he?
I’m thinking no, especially as he brings his mouth across to my jaw, nipping hungrily at my skin as his lips and teeth work their way to my neck.
While still gripping me tight, his other hand skims over my stomach, popping the button on my jeans before sliding his palm down into my underwear.
I let out an audible gasp, my nails digging into his shoulder, as he slips a long finger over my clit.
“Fuck,” he groans, taking my earlobe between his teeth. “You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.” The heat of his breath makes me shiver as his fingers start working at me, rubbing me until I’m weak in the knees. I can barely stand up as it is.
“This isn’t fair,” I whisper. He can’t just start fingering me when I’m obviously trying to go and do something.
“I think this is very fair,” he says hoarsely before sucking at my skin.
God, I can’t handle this man, not when he knows exactly what to do to make me lose my fucking mind.
To prove my point, he thrusts a finger up inside me, reaching deep, enough to make my head go back, my mouth falling open in a low, animalistic groan.
Shit.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, my voice high and breathy, my balance starting to waver.
He’s strong and relentless, holding me in place as he brings his finger up and over my clit again before plunging back in, three of them now.
I’m going to come right here if he keeps it up.
He knows this too. Of course he does.
“Are you going to come like a good girl?” he asks.
Dear lord, I’m flushed from head to toe, my skin burning from his dirty talk.
His head darts down to my breasts, his lips wrapping around my nipple and sucking hard until I whimper with frantic need.
I can’t even speak, can’t even answer. I can only make greedy little noises, expanding around him as his fingers drive in deeper, his tongue flicking my nipple until every single nerve inside of me tightens into a ball and I’m seconds from going over the edge.
He lifts his head, kissing me again, his mouth wet and tasting like my skin, his lips ravenous, the kiss building and building as he fucks me with his unyielding fingers.
His thumb glides over my clit.
He pulls his mouth away, his forehead resting against mine, searching my eyes with his primal, wild stare. A smirk appears at the corner of his lips, the smirk that tells me what he’s about to do.
The pressure from his thumb increases, just enough to trigger me.