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

expression was full of dark delight. “I’m marking you.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You keep saying that. What does that even mean?”
    He lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug. “It means I want to see my mark on every inch of you. I want to leave bite marks on your breasts and your belly, whisker burns on the insides of your thighs, and splashes of my cum all over your sweet little pussy. I’m marking you as mine and claiming you.”
    “What if I don’t want that?” It was an ambiguous question, made even more unclear by the fact she didn’t know the answer herself.
    “You certainly don’t give off the impression that this isn’t what you want.” His hands had moved down her body as his mouth went further south, and he stopped the slow way he had been advancing downward an inch at a time. Instead, he went straight to her folds, which were far too easily displayed to him by the way the silk nightie and peignoir had slithered up to her hips as he had flipped her onto the bed and on her back.
    The set had included a pair of underwear, but they were skimpy briefs that did nothing to dissuade him and certainly offered no shielding from the truth of her arousal. His fingers slipped under the edge of the panties and into her opening, finding her wet and easily accommodating two of his fingers. “It feels like you want this too.”
    She wanted to deny that, but then she would look like a fool and a liar in light of the fact that her juices gleamed on his fingers as he lifted his hand to his mouth to suck them clean.
    “Delicious.” His mouth resumed its trail southward, biting her stomach as he went. As hard as he bit, she was certain there would be marks in the morning, but she was beyond caring at the moment. Despite her own inner turmoil and the circumstances that had brought her here, she couldn’t deny she wanted Declan regardless of all the reasons why she shouldn’t.
    She winced when he veered to the left to bite firmly on her hip, leaving another mark. The pain shot through her, and she wanted to tell him to stop, but the pleasure that followed in its wake kept her silent.
    Declan extended his tongue, and she trembled as the damp appendage moved down to her pussy. Her heart was racing in her ears, and a voice in the back of her mind was demanding she stop this right now. As his fingers made swift work of the tiny panties included with the set, she shook under the force of the sensations. She couldn’t allow this to continue, and she opened her mouth to demand he stop, but all that emerged was a deep and husky moan when his tongue targeted her clit.
    He lapped at her slit before tracing her clit with the tip of his tongue and sucking firmly. Looking down, the sight of him between her splayed thighs was erotic torture. It shouldn’t feel so good or look so sexy to have the man who had arranged her kidnapping between her legs.
    She gasped when he sucked forcefully on her clit before nibbling the inside of her mound. She held her breath as his teeth raked her flesh in several places, certain he was going to bite harder in an attempt to mark her, which was his most often expressed wish.
    Instead, he seemed content with the light bites interspersed with the plunge of his tongue inside her lips. She hovered on the edge of coming, whimpering as the pleasure built and headed toward a final explosion. At the last moment, he flicked his tongue underneath her clit in a particularly sensitive spot that sent her into a trembling orgasm.
    Her body shook under the intensity of release, and she was so lost in the force for a moment that she didn’t realize his hands were around her throat until he started to press lightly. Still trembling from the force of her release, her startled gaze met his, and she shuddered at the darkness in his expression.
    He must have seen the question in her eyes, or perhaps he simply wanted to share, because he said, “You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this happening, just like