Page 116 of Blades Out
"Not that boy." He bit down on the curve of my neck, hard enough to leave a mark. "Not anyone."
"Just you." I arched into him, pulling at his jacket until it slid off his shoulders and hit the floor.
He groaned, low and possessive, his hands sliding under my shirt. Calloused fingers burned against my skin as he yanked the fabric up and over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes raked over me, dark and hungry, and I reached for his hoodie.
He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other traced the lace edge of my bra. "You're mine."
The words sent heat pooling low in my stomach. I nodded again, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
He released my wrists long enough to strip his hoodie and shirt off in one motion, and my hands immediately found his chest. Warm skin, hard muscle, scars I wanted to trace with my tongue. His breathing hitched when my nails scraped down his abs.
"Fuck." He captured my mouth again, his hands working the button of my jeans. The denim slid down my hips and I kicked them off, my fingers fumbling with his belt.
He pushed my hands away, undoing it himself, his eyes never leaving mine. The restraint in his movements was razor-thin, every muscle trembling with the effort of not throwing me on the bed and taking what he wanted.
I reached for him the moment his jeans hit the floor, my hands sliding up his thighs, feeling the tension coiled in every line of his body.
His hand shot out, gripping my throat gently, tilting my head back. "You're sure about this?"
I met his gaze, steady despite the way my heart hammered. "Yes."
His thumb brushed my pulse point, feeling the way it jumped under his touch. "You're a fool," he murmured, his voice rough with something darker than desire.
Then his mouth crashed into mine again, swallowing any response I might have had. His free hand slid down my body, fingers tracing the curve of my breast before his palm cupped me through the thin lace of my bra. I gasped into the kiss, my back arching as his thumb circled my nipple, teasing it to a hard peak.
He broke the kiss just long enough to yank the bra down, his mouth finding my breast with a hunger that made my knees weak. The first pull of his lips sent a jolt straight between my legs, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him closer. His tongue swirled around my nipple before he sucked hard, the sensation bordering on pain but sending waves of pleasure through me.
My breath came in sharp gasps as he switched to the other breast, his hand sliding between my thighs. The first brush of his fingers against me made my hips jerk, and he growled against my skin, the vibration making me whimper. His teeth grazed my nipple before he soothed the sting with his tongue, his fingers working me with a rhythm that had my nails digging into his shoulders.
"You're so fucking responsive," he muttered against my skin, his breath hot. His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made my vision blur at the edges. "Every little sound you make?—"
I cut him off with a broken moan as his thumb pressed down on my clit, the dual sensation overwhelming. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries as his fingers moved faster, harder, his free hand gripping my hip to hold me steady.
His fingers curled inside me, his thumb pressing just right—pleasure coiled tight, ready to snap—and then he stopped.
I whimpered, my hips jerking forward, chasing the friction he’d just denied me. His breath was hot against my inner thigh as he kneeled before me, his dark eyes locked on mine. The look in them sent another wave of heat through me, my body throbbing with unfulfilled need.
He didn’t move. Just breathed me in, his nostrils flaring slightly, his grip on my hips tightening. A low groan rumbled in his chest, the sound vibrating against my skin. "Fuck, you smell like sin."
My fingers tangled in his hair, pulling slightly, but he didn’t budge. His thumbs traced slow circles on my hipbones, his breath warm against the most sensitive part of me. "Touch your tits," he ordered, his voice rough with command.
I hesitated for half a second—just long enough for him to glance up at me, his eyes dark with warning. My hands trembled as I cupped my breasts, my thumbs brushing over my nipples. The sensation sent a jolt straight to my core; my breath hitching.
"Good girl," he murmured, and the praise sent another rush of heat through me.
Then his mouth was on me.
His tongue dragged through my folds, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every inch. I gasped, my back arching, my fingers tightening in his hair. He groaned against me; the vibration making my legs shake. "So fucking sweet," he muttered, his breath hot, his lips pressing kisses to my inner thighs before his tongue circled my clit.
I moaned, my hips rocking forward instinctively. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me still as his tongue worked me with a rhythm that had my vision blurring.
He pulled back just enough to growl, "Fuck, I'm addicted to your pussy." His mouth crashed back into me, his tongue fucking me with deep, slow strokes that had me trembling. "Can't get you out of my system," he muttered against my skin, his fingers digging into my flesh. "Tried to stay away. Couldn't."
His words sent another wave of pleasure through me, my body tightening, my breath coming in sharp gasps. His tongue swirled around my clit before he sucked hard, the sensation pushing me closer to the edge. My fingers clenched in his hair, my hips rocking against his mouth, chasing the release he’d denied me earlier.
"Rhys—" His name came out as a broken plea, my voice shaking with need.
He didn’t stop. Didn’t let up. His tongue moved faster, his fingers gripping my thighs hard enough to leave marks. "Come for me," he ordered, his voice rough with demand.
