Bleeding Heart 💔

CHAPTER NINE

The moment we stepped into Desmond’s hotel suite, the air between us turned electric. The heavy silence buzzed with anticipation, thick enough to drown in. I barely had a second to take in the dimly lit space before I found myself pressed against the door, my back hitting the cool surface as his body caged me in.

His scent—deep, rich cedarwood laced with the sharp bite of whiskey—invaded my senses, making my head spin. He was so close, his breath fanning over my lips, teasing me with what was to come. His gray eyes burned into mine, dark with unspoken desire.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this," he murmured, his voice a deep, gravelly promise that sent shivers down my spine.

Before I could respond, his lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding. His hands slid into my hair, angling my head as he kissed me harder, deeper. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me, tasting me. I moaned against his lips, the heat between us rising fast, consuming everything in its path.

His hands moved to my waist, gripping me like he was afraid I’d disappear. With one sharp tug, he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his torso instinctively. The strength in his arms made my stomach clench with something primal. I wanted to feel all of him—every inch, every ounce of control he was barely holding onto.

He carried me to the bed in long, deliberate strides, never breaking the kiss. When he set me down, he took a step back, his heated gaze raking over my body. The intensity in his eyes made me feel stripped bare, even though I was still wearing my dress.

"Take it off," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

I shivered at the authority in his tone, my fingers shaking as I reached for the straps of my dress. I let it slip down my shoulders, the silky fabric pooling at my feet, leaving me in nothing but a black lace bra and panties.

Desmond’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring as he took in every inch of my exposed skin. "Perfect," he rasped, his voice strained with restraint.

Before I could react, his hands were on me again—rough, possessive. His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing my pulse point, making me gasp. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my collarbone, his fingers expertly unclasping my bra and tossing it aside.

His mouth closed over one aching peak, his tongue flicking, teasing, before his teeth scraped lightly, making my back arch off the bed. His hands slid down my stomach, his fingers dipping under the lace of my panties, pulling them down agonizingly slow.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my skin, his voice laced with hunger.

His lips continued their descent, placing heated kisses down my stomach, over my hips. His tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to my core. My breath hitched, anticipation coiling tight inside me.

"Desmond," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper, my body trembling beneath his touch.

He groaned at the sound of his name on my lips. Without another word, he spread my legs wider, his tongue replacing his fingers, stroking, circling, pushing me higher and higher until I was gasping, writhing, completely at his mercy. He built me up with expert precision, keeping me teetering on the edge, never letting me fall.

"Please," I whimpered, needing more, needing him.

Desmond pulled back, his lips glistening, his eyes wild with need. "I want to feel all of you," he murmured, unbuckling his belt, pulling off his shirt in one fluid motion.

My breath caught at the sight of him—broad shoulders, chiseled abs, a deep V leading to the hardness straining against his boxers. Every inch of him was carved from sin itself, and I wanted all of it.