Surprise crossed her beautiful face. “Will you admit the information I got was helpful.”
“Yes.”
“That it was important.”
“Yes.”
More surprise. “So you’re not angry with me? We’re cool?”
“I’m not angry, I’m fucking furious.” His breathing had become labored, and his erection throbbed like fuck. His control was slipping again, the more he thought about what could have happened tonight. “You are mine, Grace. And you risked what’s mine. Christ, you were prepared to sacrifice yourself. How the fuck could you ever think I’d be cool with that?”
“Chaos…”
“You know I’m going to punish you now, don’t you, angel?”
She blinked up at him, eyes wide, heat flashing through them before she bit her lower lip and glanced up at the hook in his ceiling again. She squeezed her thighs together.
Yeah, she knew. She’d sensed it. Knew he needed more from her, and she was going to give it to him, because she wanted it, too.
CHAPTER 28
Hand shaking, Chaos cupped the side of her face. “You know that I won’t hurt you. I would never, could never hurt you?”
She nodded, and it eased something inside him.
“The anger I feel, it will never touch you, or be directed at you. It comes from fear, from a feeling of hopelessness. That I could have lost you. But anger has nothing to do with what we’re about to do.”
He needed her to understand before this went any further.
“Okay,” she whispered, lips parted, cheeks flushed.
“What do you want, Grace?” he said, voice all demon now.
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. “To touch you.” She looked up at him through her lashes, and he didn't miss the vulnerability there, the need…and not just physical.
Shit, this female could bring him to his knees with just one look.
"Please," she whispered.
That desperate plea nearly did him in. “On your knees.”
She did as he said, and her fingers trembled as she parted the front of his jeans and took his hard cock in her hand. He had to fight not to thrust into her soft grip.
“Did I say you could touch yet?”
“You want me to,” she said, looking up at him. “I know you do. Let me give you this.”
She was decimating his control, trying to take it from him at the same time. His female was so damn strong. He cupped her jaw and tilted her face up. "Do you know how much I want that mouth on me?"
She shook her head and licked her lips.
He’d been inside her a short time ago, hot and wet and so fucking snug, it had been torture to pull out, to not lose himself in her. He needed to feel the wet heat of her mouth wrapped around him now. “Give it to me, then, show me how good you can suck me.”
A shiver moved through her, and she shoved his jeans down to the tops of his thighs, took his dick in her hand, and looked up at him as she darted her tongue out, licking the head of his cock, tasting herself there, driving him wild. She made a little sound of pleasure.
He hissed.
She gripped the thick base and wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently. Her other hand slid from his hip down to cup his balls, and he thrust forward, stuffing her hungry mouth full.