Page 42 of Madness & Mercy

He’s hard.So fucking hard.And I haven’t even stripped him yet.

Leaning down, I mouth along the sharp line of his jaw, lips dragging to his ear.

“I’m going toruin you,Julian,” I whisper. “You came on my fingers like a fucking virgin last time. Let’s see how loud you get when it’s my mouth.”

His eyes widen, just a little. But he doesn’t tell me no.

I’ve never gone down on a man before.

Hell, I’ve never eventhoughtabout it.

But Julian Cross? Strung out beneath me, chest heaving, cock straining against the front of his jeans?

I want him so fucking bad my brain can’t keep up with my body.

I want toruinhim.

Make him squirm. Make him beg. Make himneedit so badly, he forgets his own name.

His breath hitches as I sink lower, my mouth tracing a line down the center of his chest, tongue flicking over his nipple. His back arches, and I laugh against his skin.

So men can be sensitive here, too...

“So sensitive,” I murmur, dragging my tongue lower, letting my teeth scrape just enough to make him tense again. “You gonna fall apart already, cucciolo?”

“Fuck you,” he grits out, trembling.

I grin. “Oh, I plan to.”

I hook my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and yank them down with no ceremony. His cock springs free, flushed and leaking.Desperate.Just like him.

He makes a strangled noise and tries to close his legs, but I press my forearm over his hips, keeping him wide open.

“Goddamn,”I mutter. “Look at you.”

I run my tongue slowly along the underside of his shaft, just to feel him twitch. Then again, slower this time. Like I’m savoring him. His hands fist the sheets. His breathing turns ragged.

“You ever had a man’s mouth on you before?” I ask, glancing up.

He doesn’t answer. His jaw is locked, like he’s trying to pretend this isn’t happening. Like he isn’tsecondsfrom unraveling.

I chuckle darkly.

“That’s what I thought.”

Then I take him in.

All the way.

He gasps—loud, broken,beautiful—and I feel him lose it for a second, hips jerking until I press him down harder.

“Stay still,” I growl against his length. “You wanna come? You take it my way.”

He moans, teeth gritted, trying to hold on. I hollow my cheeks and drag back slow, letting my tongue swirl around the head before diving back down.

He’s falling apart. I can feel it in every tremble, every strained breath.

“You’re mine like this,” I murmur, pulling off with a wetpop.“Don’t care what you tell yourself in daylight. In this bed, under my mouth, you’re fuckingmine.”