One Dirty Night

Last opportunity to run.

But I just nodded.

Once.

“And you want me to be the one to devour you?”

My heart lodged in my throat, but I nodded again.

“Prove it,” he snarled.

My teeth rattled I shook so hard. “H-How?”

“Give me a taste. Show me what I’ll be dining on.”

I tipped my chin up. “What did you want to taste?”

His eyes dropped to my mouth in a blaze of lavender. “This.”

Snatching me to him, I slammed against his hard body as his mouth crashed over mine.

No hesitation. No request. He stabbed his tongue through my lips and stole my breath right out of my lungs.

He sucked me dry.

He bruised me with every slash and hunt of his tongue.

And something snapped inside me.

A tether.

A string.

The cord between right and wrong.

Without it, I sank into darkness. I gave myself over to the devil. I opened my mouth and let him plunder.

I surrendered.

Every damn part of me.

Every shred of control, I put it firmly into his hands…if only for one night.

And he felt it.

He recognised my submission.

He fed on it.

He groaned and wrapped his arms viciously tight around me, accepting the gift I gave him and giving me one in return.

His violence made me soaked. His plunging tongue made me choke. His nose nudged mine as he tilted his head to consume me deeper. His teeth clacked against mine as I welcomed him to take. To take everything.

His heart thundered against my own storming one as his hand came up and grabbed my jaw, his fingers digging into my cheeks, forcing me to kiss him wilder, harder, filthier.

His hips thrust against mine, punishing me with his considerable hardness.

Every good girl piece incinerated. All that was left was a woman who wanted, no needed, craved, and begged to be fucked.