More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Let another man touch you and I will use their carcass to feed the soil of my garden. You are mine.”
Climbing on the bed and over him, I tried to reach for it again. “You look pretty up there,” he said, smiling, and I noted I was straddling his waist. My hand shot to wrap around his throat and his mouth pulled up to a massive grin. “Harder, love.” Hells. Bloodied hells.
“Careful, love, your demons might start to like playing with mine.”
“I ought to gift you a dictionary,” he whispered over my mouth before kissing both corners of my lips and my pulse thundered. He gently raised my chin with a finger so I could look up at him. “Or shall I teach you myself? I am a very patient man. I’ll go slow for you. So very slow, my love.” His eyes darted to my lips again and he breathed heavy. “I’ll teach you all and everything. You’ll taste the definition of my every word and love for you on your tongue. And then you’ll crave it. Just like I crave you. I want to teach you this hunger. But I will never let you starve—never.”
“Look at you,” he said, trailing his fingers over my spine. A gasp trapped on my throat when he smacked my bottom. “So ready for me.”
His other hand slipped to my breasts, kneading and squeezing, pinching and rubbing their hardened centre, eliciting a string of moans from me. “My weakness,” he whispered in my ear, slapping one of them and then palming the sting away. “So fucking pretty with my hand print on them. They’d be even prettier with my come over them.”
“Look at you coming all over my cock. So fucking pretty.”
“You taste heavenly, my sweet sin,”
I pushed up, resting on my elbow. “I want a sip.” His dark brows jerked with amusement. Stepping before me, he grabbed my jaw with a hand and probed my mouth open with his thumb. He took a sip and brought his lips over mine, barely touching, as he spilled the amber liquid from his mouth to mine.
“Hurt me, love. Hurt the world. Hurt someone that hurt you. Speak your anger and pain, shout it, scream it, whisper it, pray it to the gods, to hells, tell it to those you love, tell it to those you hate. Lash it out if it is so hard to hold in. Break a window, someone’s bones, someone’s heart. Cry it out. Laugh it out. Share it. Give it all to me if you want. I swear, love, I will carry it for you. I’ll drain every bit of it out of you and hold it in me till forever. You only need to ask. Ask, please. Ask me to take it away. Ask me to take all your suffering. Enough…enough with this.”
When it comes to you I’m a fucking lunatic.
