Page 59 of Devious Corruption

So do I. I bite down harder, hard enough to leave my mark on her skin for days but not enough to break skin. When I release, I lick my teeth marks.

“You’ll wear my mark now.” I kiss her neck, her cheek,her chin. I kiss my way back to her mouth, while running my finger up the back of her neck into her hair.

Fisting the hair at the scruff of her neck, I hold her still as I take her mouth in a kiss. This time, it’s not short, it’s not sweet, it’s’ not a prelude. It’s everything.

I’m staking a claim on this woman that even she can’t deny.

She whispers my name against my mouth, opening her lips enough for my tongue to slip past. A shudder runs through her.

Scooping her from the counter, I wrap her legs around my waist and carry her from the bathroom. When my legs hit the bed, I lean forward, draping her onto the mattress and climbing up with her.

She scoots back until her head is on the pillows. Her eyes are wide and searching as they hit me.

“Lev, we shouldn’t.”

There’s that word again. Shouldn’t.

“No more talking.” I grab hold of the blood-stained collar of her sweatshirt and tear it open in one quick movement.

She cries out, scrambling to grab the edges to pull it back together, but I pin her wrists to the mattress.

“Lev.”

I level a glare on her. “I said no more talking.”

The muscles in her throat constrict as she swallows. Her eyes dart to the door of the bedroom.

“Even if you were to make it out of this room, I’d catch you before you got downstairs. And then I’d have towaste time punishing you instead of making you feel good.”

“Why?”

I tilt my head to the side, studying her. “Why?”

“Why would punishing me be a waste of time?”

So much information in one simple question.

I stretch out over her body, leaning to her side while I take her mouth again. Easily, I work the buttons of her jeans open and slide my hand inside. Her pussy has soaked through her panties.

“Such a nice, wet pussy waiting for me,” I mutter against her lips.

“I…Lev…” She tries to wiggle out from beneath my hand, but now that I have her here, I’m not letting her go anywhere. “Oh, god.”

Her body stiffens. I push two fingers past her entrance, curling them at the knuckles and stroking her.

Her eyes roll.

“Oh, god,” she exhales.

With my free hand, I shove her jeans over her hips, dragging then down her body until I get them free of her and toss them to the floor.

“Wait. We shouldn’t.” She lets loose a little hissing sound when I bend over her, taking her nipple into my mouth through the flimsy fabric of her bra.

Her pussy clenches around my fingers as I continue to stroke her. It’s not only her body I want on fire, though, it’s her mind, her soul. I want every bit of her ready for me when I finally takeher.

“Such a tight pussy.” I nip at her breast, her nipple, then licking her collar bone. “It’s going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”

“Oh,” she groans. Her hands fly to my forearm, digging her nails into me as her body tenses.