I’m in his arms a moment later, the belt around my throat seizing my breath.
But I don’t care—hardly notice—when all I can feel is the slide of his skin against mine. He grabs the belt and lifts me higher in his arms, raising the leather strap with me to accommodate my new position. My legs wrap tightly around his waist, and I roll my hips, shuddering from the feel of his hard length sliding against my pussy, the roughness of his jeans only heightening the pleasure.
His hands skate over the marks, eliciting a sharp hiss. A sound quickly
swallowed by his lips. My back arches, bliss racing up my spine as he devours
me, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before plunging through, exploring my mouth as his hands do my body.
Every touch aches, though it feeds the growing wildfire raging beneath my skin. Desperately, I tear at his jeans, the zipper barely releasing before his cock tears from the confines.
My hand wraps around his length, drawing a shudder from him that has
nothing to do with the wind still ravaging Seattle. He’s hot to the touch and so
fucking hard that I feel a pinch of uneasiness.
But the dark God doesn’t care if I falter. He grabs the backs of my knees and
forces my legs apart, freeing him from my hold. Kneeling before me, he slings
each of my legs over his shoulders and drags his mouth against my inner thigh.
I suck in a breath when his lips skate close to a welt, the pain flaring brightly
as his teeth sink into my flesh. Blood drops down between his teeth, and I cry out as the agony begins to overwhelm me.
Finally, he releases me, a perfect bite mark imprinted next to the welt, dotted
with saliva.
“I think I could eat you alive, Adeline. Consume every bit of you while you
scream beneath me. And even in death, you would still torture me. I would die of starvation because nothing else would compare to you.”
“You will never be able to live without me, Zade,” I breathe. “If you’re my death, then I’m your fucking lifeline.”
He grins humorously, the tilt of his lips dangerous as he drags them up my thigh and towards my aching pussy. I’m drenched, and the slightest touch of his tongue will send me soaring.
“You are,” he agrees. “You’re the only thing I need to survive. I will follow
you into the afterlife, little mouse. And then how will you escape me? There’s nowhere to run after you’ve been dragged to Hell.”
His mouth closes over my clit before I can think to respond. My head kicks
back from the explosive pleasure that erupts beneath his skilled tongue.
I cry out, my eyes rolling as he works me with such precision; it’s as if I’m
nothing more than a violin that sings for him when he strokes me just like that.
The way I scream for him could be nothing short of art.
Just as he promised, he devours me. Biting and sucking until I’m pleading for
mercy, then licking me until no other words exist but his name on my tongue.
My thighs clench around his head while I mindlessly buck against him. I’m climbing a mountain, and the higher I get, the harder it is to breathe. What a dirty little trick—to fool me into danger. By the time I reach the peak, there will be no air left, and that climb will have only been for heaven.
His hands brush against my battered thighs, smearing crimson into my skin and reawakening the sharp pain.
It slams into me, sending my body plummeting off that mountain and my soul
into paradise. A scream tears through my constricted throat, hoarse and strained
as I grind against him, trapping him between my thighs and robbing him of oxygen.
Prying my legs apart, he grips me under my knees and lifts me a little higher
as he stands, relieving some of the pressure on my throat. I place my hands on
his broad shoulders, balancing myself.
My arousal glosses his wide lips, chin, and down the column of his neck.
Slowly, he swipes out his tongue, collecting it like a poor man tasting a delicacy
for the first time.
He hums, pleased by the taste of me. My stomach tightens in response to the
near-crazed look in his eyes.
Molding his warm body against me, I shudder from the feel of his skin
pressed into mine. I could never deny how good Zade feels, even when I was
desperate to.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he orders roughly, his tone hushed. He removes
his arms from beneath my thighs and I circle them tightly around his waist.
One hand glides up the outside of my thigh, while he anchors the other on the
tree beside my head, supporting our weight. His head is bent down, nose gliding
along the column of my neck.
“I’m too addicted to you to ever let you go,” he murmurs. My eyes flutter closed, another dose of relief hitting me straight in the heart.
“But I don’t know how to make you stay,” he continues, his tone darkening.
My brows pinch, feeling a sense of looming danger on the horizon.
“I will—”
His chin tips up until his mouth is right by my ear. “I don’t believe you,” he
whispers, cutting me off.
He said the same thing to me only a couple of weeks ago, and I had asked him to carve a rose into my chest to prove my love. But then I tried to take it away, and I don’t know how I’m going to prove myself again.
My heart pounds, and I scramble for a way to convince him. I don’t exactly
have a great track record—I know that. Pushing Zade away and running from him has always come so easy to me.
Too easy, if I’m being honest. But letting him slip through my fingers—that’s
something I’ve never been able to accomplish.
“I knew you were going to do this to me, little mouse. I’ve always known it
was going to come to this,” he says softly.
I’m a mass of confusion and heart-pounding dread.
“What are you—”
Before I can finish, he tilts my hips up just enough to slam me down on his
cock, driving himself inside me at the same moment. Despite how turned on I am, it’s never enough to prepare for his size.
My back bows, the leather belt holding my throat hostage just as a strangled