Page 117 of Pretty Little Shadow
"Is that the only part of me you've been fantasizing about?"
"What if it is?"
"Then I'll really have to take my time making you miss me." He leaned us forward until I was draped over the countertop. I sucked a breath as his erection pressed against my ass.
"I was totally fantasizing about you railing me against the mirror in that salon," I lied, wanting him inside me as soon as possible.
"That's what I thought." He had my shorts around my thighs and was sliding home moments later, while we both groaned in pleasure. "Was it good, in the fantasy?"
"So good." I lifted a hand to his hair and dug my fingers in.
Dare's hand joined his cock between my thighs, and he worked my clit slowly as he thrust into me from behind, taking me a little harder.
"You're so fucking wet," he tangled his fist in my hair as he fucked me hard. The sounds our bodies made were filthy and erotic in the best way.
"If you weren't so hot, I wouldn't have to be wet."
"So it's my fault?"
"Yup." I managed to pop my lips on thep, even though I was fighting another moan as he dragged his finger in a slow circle around my clit.
His teeth scraped my throat as he hauled me off my feet and off his cock—just long enough to spin me around and set me on the kitchen countertop on my ass.
He tore my shorts away and stepped closer, dragging me to the edge of the stone. "Bite me if you want to come, Rae."
"Maybe you should call me Raven."
"Bite me if you want to come,Raven."
I made a face.
No.
Not even maybe.
I couldn't be Raven. Not to Dare.
"Rae," I corrected.
He laughed. "Woman, just fucking bite me."
I sank my fangs into his throat, and he drove into me again, giving me exactly what he'd promised as he dragged me to the edge with one rough thrust after another.
We came hard, together, and I swear, the world started looking even brighter.
twenty-two
RAE
Darius triedto talk me into taking athree-weekhoneymoon with him in the hotel that was known for it. I wasn't interested, so I gave him a counteroffer.
Two weeks of video games and attempts at making Chinese food together, in which neither of us left the house.
He negotiated it up to two and a half weeks, and I was so ridiculously excited that I didn't even try to talk him back down.
The time passed quickly, but the day before our honeymoon was supposed to end, my phone vibrated with a message from Grayson.
It wasn't the first time.
