He didn't go gentle.
She hadn't expected him to and she was right.
His mouth on her throat was teeth and tongue and the deliberate press of his lips against the mark he had put there.....and every time he touched that mark her whole body short-circuited, a direct line of sensation that went from her throat straight down to the ache between her thighs.
She grabbed his hair.
Pulled.
He groaned against her skin. Low and rough. Like the sound surprised him.
His hands found her breasts and he was not careful about it, squeezing, his thumbs dragging rough circles over her nipples.....and she gasped and arched into it.
"Nicholas...."
"I know," he said against her throat.
His mouth replaced his hands.
He sucked her nipple into his mouth hard and she cried out at the sharp pull of it.....his teeth grazing, his tongue circling.....and her hips pushed forward against him searching for friction she wasn't getting yet.
"Please....."
