BloodBound by Celia Jade Page B

over his shoulders.
    Time for a change of subject…and mood. Dex cupped her knee. “What is it, Stephanie?” She tried to lean away from him. “Do you want me to leave?”
    “Yes.” Her response was quick, laced with faint panic.
    “Do you hate me?” he pressed on.
    Her teeth sank into her lip. She didn’t respond.
    “That’s a strong word, isn’t it?” he said. “Do you dislike me?”
    “Yes,” she muttered.
    “Show me how much, sweetheart.” He slipped his hand under the lower edge of the covers and stroked her bare leg.
    “Leave my room, Dex.”
    He curved his palm toward the inner side of her leg and as she pressed her limbs together, he yanked the sheets from her grip.
    “Hey!” She tried grasping them, but they were out of her reach.
    Taking advantage of her outstretched hands, he caught them and eased her back onto the pillow, pinning her hands above her head while sliding one leg between hers. “Show me,” he dared.
    She lifted her head and nipped his jaw with an angry little growl.
    His pulse jumped. “Ahh…nice. I know how badly you want to bite me.”
    Stephanie dropped her head onto the pillow with an exasperated sigh. “I won’t play your games, Dex.”
    He clasped both her wrists in one hand and let his gaze travel over her body, taking in her yellow camisole and the small matching briefs, the hard tips of her nipples poking against the fabric. His cock swelled fast and hard. He brushed her full lips with his thumb and traced a path over the fluttering pulse in her throat, forcing back the need to taste that delicate spot. He continued down to her breasts where he circled her taut nipples with his fingers and watched as she tried to control her squirming.
    “Stop it.”
    “Your body’s giving me a different message.” He caressed the soft swell of her belly, the curve of her hip. “I want to give you the sort of pleasure you need.”
    “It’s just physical.”
    He stilled and met her stormy gaze. “You know it’s not, but let’s not go there now.” Her hands twisted in his grip. “I’ll let go, but if you bite me, I’ll bite back…for real.”
    Her nostrils flared as she stared up at him, her feral beauty sending a bolt of desire through his veins. He wouldn’t bite her, but he had to scare her into submission so he could pleasure her. When he released her hands, she made no move to attack.
    Dex shifted lower and pressed his mouth to one inner thigh, then the other. Her muscles were lean and supple. He glided his mouth along her creamy skin, feeling the involuntary release of tension in her body. Her legs fell farther apart. As he neared her sex, he raised his head and cupped her. Her response was little more than a rasp as her luscious mouth parted.
    Heat radiated from her flesh. He held her gaze as he caressed her with gentle strokes, heard the quick shift in her breathing. “Beautiful, baby.”
    He pressed into the crease of her folds, moisture seeping through to his fingers. A groan of pleasure rose to his throat. He reached under her buttocks and pulled the underwear from her body. She made a sharp sound of protest and tried to bring her legs back together, but he held them apart. The scent of her arousal fired his blood. He didn’t touch her yet, taking a moment to enjoy her rosy lips, swollen and wet with arousal. Her skin was baby-smooth, which would enhance the contact.
    He pushed her thighs wide and met her gaze, the latter hot with contradicting emotions. He knew she was fighting a battle with herself. Still holding her gaze, he flicked his tongue across the seam of her pussy. A raw sound broke in her throat as she arched her hips. Pleased with her reaction, Dex focused on her lovely flesh. She tasted of berries and an unusual sweetness that spiked his arousal. He pleasured her with languid strokes, beginning with her outer lips before moving toward her center. He used every skill he knew, teasing with light flicks before increasing the pressure, though