02-10-2019, 02:35 PM
His gorgeous goddess fired sass right back at him, and a slow grin spread across his face, amplifying the wicked glint in his eyes. “Mmmm,” he crooned, nodding and brushing the corner of his mouth against her cheek in the process. “A deeply personal problem.” She threw Reilly’s name in between them like a wall, and he chuckled, rich and dark as it vibrated in his throat.
“Don’t give a shit,” he answered, crashing through that cute little wall like the wrecking ball he’d always been. A hint of a growl crept into his voice as he added, “And I don’t care if your pretty not-quite-purple friend appreciates it either.” He nipped the edge of her jaw, sharp and demanding, and brushed his lips against the spot, chasing pain with the soft touch.
He pressed in closer, pushing her back against the tree and stealing a taste of her throat, dragging his tongue along her skin, another dark laugh sounding against her throat as his tongue stuck to her newly-awakened ice. He dragged in a ragged breath, moaning softly at the hint of pain and filling his lungs with the scent of her. His eyes drifted half-closed and he coaxed warmth back into the iron of his tongue until it came unstuck, then finished his lick with a groan. “You’re mine,” he crooned, daring her to tell him otherwise. “Even your skin knows it, no matter who you come back smelling like.” He bit the side of her neck again, a sharp scold to complement the jealous edge that crept into his voice.
“Mine,” he growled again, pressing closer, pressing against the waking cold of her icy body, silver eyes hot and demanding. “Not Reilly’s, not his. They’ll never make you scream the way I can, Lace. They’ll never quite be enough, not even if you want them to. Too tame, too sweet, just a little too good to you when we both know how much you love it when it hurts just right. You gonna settle for someone safe who walks you home and steals a tame little kiss before disappearing, or you gonna take what’s yours?” He growled the last three words, pressing himself against her and making it damn clear exactly what he meant.
He was hers, all of him, if she’d just open her ice-rimmed angel eyes and fucking see it.
“Don’t give a shit,” he answered, crashing through that cute little wall like the wrecking ball he’d always been. A hint of a growl crept into his voice as he added, “And I don’t care if your pretty not-quite-purple friend appreciates it either.” He nipped the edge of her jaw, sharp and demanding, and brushed his lips against the spot, chasing pain with the soft touch.
He pressed in closer, pushing her back against the tree and stealing a taste of her throat, dragging his tongue along her skin, another dark laugh sounding against her throat as his tongue stuck to her newly-awakened ice. He dragged in a ragged breath, moaning softly at the hint of pain and filling his lungs with the scent of her. His eyes drifted half-closed and he coaxed warmth back into the iron of his tongue until it came unstuck, then finished his lick with a groan. “You’re mine,” he crooned, daring her to tell him otherwise. “Even your skin knows it, no matter who you come back smelling like.” He bit the side of her neck again, a sharp scold to complement the jealous edge that crept into his voice.
“Mine,” he growled again, pressing closer, pressing against the waking cold of her icy body, silver eyes hot and demanding. “Not Reilly’s, not his. They’ll never make you scream the way I can, Lace. They’ll never quite be enough, not even if you want them to. Too tame, too sweet, just a little too good to you when we both know how much you love it when it hurts just right. You gonna settle for someone safe who walks you home and steals a tame little kiss before disappearing, or you gonna take what’s yours?” He growled the last three words, pressing himself against her and making it damn clear exactly what he meant.
He was hers, all of him, if she’d just open her ice-rimmed angel eyes and fucking see it.