Page 116 of Sands of Atonement

I was taunting him, and I couldn’t help but smile.

His hand squeezed my wrists.

“Do you really want to find out what kind of man I am when I lose control?”

A dangerous question. One that I liked. The surrounding air became charged. It was electric.

No, my brain said, but my body defied me, and I froze.

What would happen if he lost control? Something told me I would shamefully enjoy it.

His other free hand brushed up my waist, causing flutters to spring all over my core, and reached my neck. I parted my lips and let out a breath. I felt his warm, possessive hand where it belonged, but my brain still wanted to defy him.

“Why are you always grabbing my throat? Do you have something against it?”

His fingers pressed, causing me to lean even further away.

“Yes, in fact, I do.” He leaned forward. “I hate it. I fucking hate your neck with every fiber of my body.”

He was lying through his teeth. I could feel it.

His face was too close. I felt the warmth of his breath brush across my face.

I almost forgot who I was when he lowered his gaze to my lips.

My breath hitched, and warmth settled between my legs. I grew limp under his body as I imagined what his lips would feel like…

I stretched out my neck so that he could have better access. I wanted his mouth on me, I wanted his breath all over me.

“Then do your worst,” I breathed against his ear.

The air became heavy and warm. His fingers burned around my neck.

“Eshe…” his voice lowered in a very clear warning.

I leaned even further to the side.

Something cracked in Ezra, and his hand slowly moved from my neck to my jaw, keeping it where I had it.

He leaned forward and then hesitated. A groan came from his throat at the sight of my bare neck. I felt the breath from his lips on my neck first.

My entire body awakened, springing to life, and his lips hadn’t even touched me yet.

His lips touched my skin, and then his tongue played against it. It was warm and wet, and I nearly lost myself in something I’d never felt before.

My core ached at his lips.

His lips widened, and his teeth sank into me. He bit—hard.

I whimpered. Pain sprinted through my veins, and I loved it.

He didn’t let go.

His hand tightened around my wrists and wouldn’t allow any movement from me.

Ezra’s tongue then danced on my sore skin.

Burning sensations rippled through my body, and I wanted more. My chest rose and dropped quickly. He bit and licked and sucked, as if my neck were his feast.