Page 79 of Touch of Hate
My center is dripping wet, and I can feel myself clenching tightly.
I want him. I need him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts,” he whispers as his lips ghost against my skin, and I shiver at the profound meaning of them.
His hot kisses melt me to the core. Slowly, he works his way down my chest, over my stomach, and down my hips, inching closer and closer to the spot where I desperately ache for him. I can feel my cheeks heating as he pulls back his gaze, wandering over my naked body. I’ve never been embarrassed about my body, never worried about how I looked in his eyes, but now, half-naked, I feel doubt rearing its ugly head.
“I could look at you all day and never grow tired. I’ve waited so long for this moment, and all I want to do is sit here and stare at you while I enjoy the glow of your pleasure.”
“I’ve wanted this moment to happen forever, too,” I croak, the emotions swirling inside me, making it hard to speak.
“Waiting till you were old enough nearly killed me, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I knew that if I could give you time, maybe you’d realize I was nothing more than a lustful crush. Maybe you’d be able to move on and find someone else.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “There was never anyone else for me, Ren. I knew at the age of twelve I wanted you to be my first, to be my forever, and that hasn’t changed. Nothing can change fate or what we have.”
“I’m glad you didn’t find anyone else. I would’ve hated to know I had to end any lives at such a young age. There is no way I’d allow another man to touch you.” The jealous tone of his voice heightens my senses.
A moment passes between us, my chest rises rapidly, and my heart beats through my chest.
Ren shakes his head, and strands fly, but I’m so caught up in the beautifully dark look on his face. “I don’t deserve you, angel. I really fucking don’t… but that doesn’t mean I won’t keep you. It doesn’t mean I will stop myself from tainting you. Making you mine means sharing my darkness with you, and I can’t wait to see you as the queen you are by my side.”
Before I can form a coherent thought or response, he’s on me again, his hands circle my waist, and his thumbs dip into the sides of the sweatpants. In one swift pull, he’s exposing inch after inch of my skin to the cool air and his hot breath. I can hardly breathe now.
My clit throbs painfully, and a shudder ripples through me as he tosses the pants to the floor. I’m teetering, ready to dive headfirst into the abyss, when he finally touches me.
His fingers trail gently down my legs, and I spread my thighs without thought, beckoning him forward without speaking.
He drops to his knees by the side of the bed, and I lift my head to find him staring down at my bare pussy. A wet spot forms under me, my arousal as plain as day. I can only imagine what he sees.
I look back up at him. He doesn’t appear unhappy—no, just the opposite. He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, his nostrils flare, and his gaze becomes hooded, painting the picture of a man lost in lust.
“Mine,” he growls. “All mine.”
“Yes.” In my desperation, I lift my hips, offering myself to him. Almost demanding him, my body so hungry I would do anything to get him where I need him most.
“So greedy for pleasure, aren’t you?” He lifts my legs, hooking my knees over his shoulders before devouring my inner thighs with wet, sloppy kisses. Oh god, he’s getting closer, closer to where I need him most. His teeth scrape the sensitive skin, his fingers sinking deep into my flesh.
A touch both bruising and sensual.
If he’s not careful, he’ll mark me. Bruise me.
I want him to. I want to bear the marks from his teeth on my thighs.
I want to feel him there even after this is over.
He nips at my thigh, his teeth sink into the meaty flesh, and I whimper. The touch of pain makes my blood pump faster.
“Jesus, you were made for me. I have hardly touched you, but your pussy weeps, begging for me to touch it.” He blows hot air against it, and I flinch. “So responsive, too, just like that night I ate your pussy for the first time. I wanted to die between your pretty thighs, and now I happily can. I can feast whenever I please.”
“Ren. I need you, please…” I beg, my core tightens, and I just need him to touch me. With a deep, primal grunt, he buries his face in my pussy at last, driving his tongue between my swollen lips to lap at my juices.
His deep, reverberating groans threaten to send me over the edge—I’m driving him crazy, turning him into a mindless animal driven by one need only: to claim me, once and for all. To indulge in my body.
The pleasure is so intense, but I need more. I grind my hips and plunge my fingers into his hair. My nails sink into his scalp, and I’m helpless to do anything but what my body demands. I need to come. I need the relief only he can give me. As much as I don’t want this to ever end, I’ll die if it doesn’t.
I can’t take much more of it.
By the time his tongue finds my clit and treats it to a series of quick, light flicks, the tension in my core explodes.