Page 111 of Wicked Little Darling

“You want it? Come and take it, darling.”

The headiest rush of the most intoxicating exhilaration spilled through my entire being, and I wanted to bite that smirk right off his gorgeous face.

Bite his neck.

Suck it.

Lick it.

Lick every inch of him, down to those small, rosy nipples.

Bite those.

Lick them.

Suck them.

I wanted to mark him up until I’d claimed every inch of his body as mine. He was giving it to me,Iwas the only one he wanted touching him like this.

Me.

“Come do with your tongue what you’re doing with your eyes right now,” he said. “Or are you too scared?”

My cock pulsed as a bolt of pleasure flashed through me when he smirked.

He knew he had me.

Of course he did, the son of a bitch.

I stood up and crossed the distance to him, those dark eyes heavy on mine.

I was so sick of him taunting me all the time. Teasing me and goading me and pushing and prodding and poking until I was at the very edge of my control, until I was ready to snap.

I wanted to shut him up. To tease him like he’d been teasing me for months now. Wanted him to be incapable of forming a single word, wanted to completely drown him in a pleasure so all-consuming that he didn’t even know his own name.

“You look really fucking slutty like that,” I said, reaching out to touch the tips of my fingers to his knee. He jumped, and it was satisfying to know that he wasn’t as calm and collected as he was pretending to be.

“Yeah? You like me looking slutty for you?”

I knelt between his legs, loving the feel of his gaze, and set my hands on his thighs. “Yeah, I like that. You think you know me so well?” I held his gaze as I turned my head and bit into the inside of his thigh. “Well guess what, Dakota? You’re not the only one who’s been watching closely.”

The moment I clamped my teeth down on the flesh of his thigh, he let out a deep groan as his body spasmed. His hand went to my head, fingers grasping at my hair while I sucked as hard as I could.

“Oh fuuuuuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, and when I glanced up at him, he’d fallen back and was staring up at the ceiling, one hand in my hair and the other clutching my comforter so hard his knuckles were white.

A feral delight surged in my chest.

This was how I wanted him. Completely at my mercy. Begging and babbling and so far gone he couldn’t say a single coherent word.

“You like that?” I murmured against his skin, the fine hairs on his legs tickling my lips. “You like it when I suck on you?” I looked down at the spot I’d just ravaged, and was filled with a primal satisfaction at the sight of that spot so red and raw. The outline of my teeth was imprinted, the area around it inflamed and the deepest, prettiest scarlet.

“Yes,” he groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. I let my gaze travel higher, to his dick, and the wet spot on his jock where precum was leaking through. “I want you to leave marks all over me. Please, Reese. You have no idea how long I’ve been fantasizing about this.”

He looked so gorgeous like that, long legs spread wide, practically naked, begging me to claim him.

I groaned and squeezed his thighs. “Fuck, you look so pretty.”

“Please, please touch me, I want to feel you everywhere.” His chest was moving rapidly, every word panted, and he was trembling.