Oaths and Omissions (Monsters & Muses #3)(66)
Curiosity gleams in her green gaze, and I chuckle, my cock lengthening considerably. “Like a bloody Christmas present. And I’d take my time unwrapping you. Run my fingers over every glorious inch of your skin, then add my tongue to the mix, because how could I stand not to taste my sweet, deviant little gift?”
A Trojan horse, if ever there was one.
If this was Tom’s way of getting inside my head, of making me lose the plot concerning my father and the revenge he deserves…
It’s working.
Fuck me, is it.
Lenny sucks in a breath as I reach into her robe, letting it fall open enough for me to thumb her nipple, eliciting a tiny sound from her throat that I want to consume.
In truth, I want to devour her. Eat her alive, swallow her whole, leaving her body too broken and bruised and satiated from me that she doesn’t ever move on, even long after our little arrangement is over.
“Why don’t you show me?”
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“That’s a dangerous invitation, love.”
His fingers are cool as they sweep over my warm flesh, teasing my nipple with the ghost of his touch. The wooden doorframe digs into my spine as he shifts forward, pinning me to it, but I don’t even care right now.
“I know,” I say in a thick voice, sliding shaky hands up his chest, toying with the curled ends of his dark hair at the nape of his neck. “That’s why I said it.”
Removing himself from my robe, he gently tugs the tie loose, letting the smooth material fall open.
Exposing me to him.
A shiver skates down my spine. My lungs constrict, like they’re being crushed by a concrete block. Violet eyes darken as they drop, raking over me with a liquid heat I feel all the way to my toes.
Calloused fingers brush my hips, grazing without fully engaging. Leaving me desperate for more.
They slide inward, and my stomach spasms as he passes over my belly button, inching down. My jaw drops, mouth popping open, when I feel him glide between my thighs, tracing my seam with two digits.
“Perhaps we should eat first.” His voice is hoarse, his breath hot as it fans over my face.
“Okay.” Shaking my head, I start to pull away from him, glancing over at the take-out menu he dropped earlier. “Are you in the mood for Chinese, or—”
Gripping my chin, he jerks my face back to his, crushing our mouths together in an aggressive kiss that threatens to tear my soul in two. Our teeth clash, and he pushes his tongue past my lips, tangling and seeking and warring.
Every kiss with this man feels like a battle of wills and sanity. Like we’re fighting attraction with violence and trying to see who comes out the victor.
As I sink into it, into him, I doubt it’ll be me.
Jonas tears his mouth away, only to reattach himself to my throat. With one hand, he cranes my neck to the side, granting him better access to my pulse. His teeth nick and scrape on their descent, alternating between sudden bursts of pain and soft, fluid expressions of it.
A small moan escapes me as he crests my collarbone, dragging his tongue along the length of my sternum.
I don’t know if it’s supposed to hurt, and part of me keeps waiting for it to get worse. For the pinpricks of discomfort to morph into agony, and for panic to set in my bones.
Pain isn’t the only thing I’ve ever known, it’s just all I can remember.
When Jonas drops to his knees, squeezing the outsides of my thighs in his large palms, I frown. He hooks a hand beneath my left knee, bending upward so I’m partially open for his perusal.
Invisible flames rain down my back, fire consuming every one of my nerve endings.
“I thought you were hungry,” I whisper, too afraid to speak any louder and let my nerves show.
“Oh, I am.” Turning his head, he skims his lips over the inside of my leg, his trim beard tickling my skin. “Ravenous, in fact. And it’s your wet cunt on the menu.”
My hand flies to my mouth as he moves in, and I take a knuckle between my teeth, trying not to clamp up. A squeak comes from low in my throat when he parts me farther, cool air rushing to caress my newly exposed flesh.
“I’ve bloody dreamt about this,” Jonas mutters, his lips not quite touching me but creating little vibrations anyway, almost as if my body is buzzing with anticipation. “About your little pink snatch and how she’d taste.”
Knots thread through my insides, weighing me down while simultaneously making me feel airy. Buoyant, like if I was placed in a river I’d just float away.
When his tongue swipes in with a single, languid stroke against my clit, my knees buckle. He repeats the action, this time applying more pressure in the opposite direction, and my thigh pushes against his hold, nails digging into the wall behind me.
With his free hand, Jonas grips my foot still on the floor and shoulders his way beneath that leg. Rough palms travel up, cupping my ass as he drapes me like a rag doll over his body, sealing his mouth to my swollen flesh with a throaty moan.
“O-oh, shit.” I’m not even sure if I say the words out loud, but his grunt of approval makes me feel like he hears them either way. Or maybe he feels them, the way his beard scraping against my sensitive skin has a direct effect on my brain.
I short-circuit, panting and burning without a single thought aside from the need to come.
My pulse accelerates in time with my body temperature, rising at an exponential rate and making me dizzy. God, it’s been so fucking long, and never like this.