Sweet: A Dark Love Story by Kit Tunstall, R.E. Saxton Page A

shoved against him, trying to buck him off. “Let go of me.”
    He chuckled darkly. “I told you there would be a wedding night, and that you would come to me.”
    She gasped. “I didn’t… I wasn’t… I just want the damn key for the boathouse.” Her tone revealed her panic, and she strained to throw him off her again.
    “I know what you want, and I’m going to give it to you.”
    Kat tried to turn her head away, but he captured her cheeks between his hands and held her in place as his mouth approached. She tried one last time to reason with him and to remind herself why she was there. “I didn’t come for this. I just want the keys.”
    He ignored her words as his lips softly touched hers. They coaxed her to respond as he kissed her, making her gasp and her lips part. Declan ran his tongue across her bottom lip before easing inside her mouth. She knew she should pull away, turn her head, or perhaps even bite his tongue, but the feather-soft kiss started sensations deep in her belly, and instead of turning from him, her body sagged as it relaxed into the embrace.
    She put her hands to his shoulders, telling herself she meant to push him away even as she dug her fingertips into his firm flesh. When his tongue stroked over hers, she massaged it in return before trapping it against the side of her mouth, between her cheek and teeth, sucking lightly before she nipped him.
    He let out a startled grunt, and the kiss changed from sweet to passionate in the blink of an eye. His pace increased, the force of his kiss strengthened, and all she could do was surrender to the maelstrom of sensations. Denying her own response would be like standing fast in the face of a hurricane, trying to remain on her feet and show it didn’t affect her. She wasn’t that good of an actress.
    His mouth slid down to her chin and across her neck. Her stomach fluttered as he skimmed her carotid artery with his tongue, and then his teeth. She moaned when he bit firmly at the bend of her neck, a conflicting array of sensations accompanying the gesture. Chief among them was pleasure, but with a heavy dose of guilt for enjoying herself. When he finally lifted his head to look down at her, she let out a sigh of relief that she didn’t have to keep fighting herself for the moment.
    Declan moved lower, nibbling his way toward her breasts. Each nip her flesh sent a spark of electricity shooting through her, but the closer he got to her tender nipples, the more tense she became. She held her breath and braced herself as his mouth encompassed one of her nipples and a good deal of her areola, and she couldn’t hide the pleasure as he started to suck firmly.
    She arched her back and thrashed beneath him, uncertain if she was trying to escape the touch or deny her own willingness to proceed. When Declan released her nipple with a soft popping sound, she almost grunted her disappointment. Clinging to the last shreds of self-control helped her hide any response, but she was a wreck on the inside.
    Kat was devastated by how quickly she was surrendering to him, ceding all control to the man pinning her to the bed. She wanted to be strong and defiant, but it felt so good to have him touch her, and part of her, deep down, almost felt like she had been waiting for this all her life, drifting through limbo rather than actively engaging as she had awaited reconnecting with her prince charming—who wasn’t so charming.
    She cried out with shock and a hint of pain when his teeth scraped her breast, nibbling on the underside. Kat threaded her fingers through his hair, uncertain if she was going to pull him closer or push him way.
    Declan moved laterally across her chest, biting the flesh as he went. When he reached her left breast, his tongue swirled around the taut nipple before his teeth clamped onto the fleshy part of her breast, biting forcefully enough to make her scream. “What are you doing? That hurts.” But in a good way.
    He lifted his head, and his