She licks her lips and nods once.
We lie there staring at one another, and I know that I’ll never let anyone come between us. That asshole today learned the hard way. I smirk and then lean in to kiss her forehead.
“We better get some sleep,” I whisper.
“What if I don’t want to sleep?”
Eden’s voice is so soft I almost don’t catch it.
I suck in a deep breath as Eden trails her nails along my neck. My cock is hard again in an instant.
“That’s dangerous talk. I’m not sure I can play tonight and keep from going…too far.”
She licks her lips again, and I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, holding her tight. It draws the sweetest little gasp from her. Her pulse pounds wildly in the side of her neck, and her eyes are full of desire.
“Looking at me like that is also very, very dangerous.”
“What if there is no too far?”
My lips hover over hers.
“There is always too far in anything,” I say, brushing my mouth against hers.
“You know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
She huffs and attempts to look away, but I tighten my grip on her neck.
“Tell me how I make you feel when you’re near me,” I order.
She shivers despite the warm blankets and our body heat.
“Um…my heart races, and my stomach…it twists.”
“Is that all?” I growl and nip her bottom lip.
Eden gasps.
“No,” she says in a rush, her chest rising rapidly with each breath.
“Then tell me what else.”
She hesitates, her shyness shining through.
A dark possessiveness rises inside me like a great beast. Eden is mine. She saved herself for me. It was fate that brought her into the Needle Queen that day. I was meant to save her and lose my father in that crash like a blood sacrifice.
My Pretty Thing has nothing to be shy about when she is with me. She is all I want.
“I…get hot all over. And I ache for you.”
“Ache where?”
I smirk when she opens her mouth, but no words come out.
“You can say pussy. In fact, you can talk dirty to me all you want.”
Running my lips along her jaw to her ear, I whisper, “When I stroke my cock, I think of you. You know what else I do?”