Hellcat

Chapter 89

WARNING - THIS CHAPTER IS RATED-R (If you do not enjoy reading explicit smut, just skip to the next chapter, you won't miss any important information)

I was ravenous. Giving Matt a small shove backwards, I heard a small groan escape him as his back hit the bricks. My lips attacked his skin. First, at his throat, savoring the feel of his pulse against my tongue. I gave a gentle nip at the skin, and he released the smallest of groans of pleasure. Oh, he was going to make me work for it.

My lips trailed a slow, burning path down his neck to his chest. His fingers dug into my already wild blonde hair, tangling with the strands in an attempt to keep some kind of control. My fingers trailed down his abs, relishing the ridges and dips of the various scars across his skin. My lips continued their path, the pressure lessening as I passed over the scar from Nobu on his chest.

Matt's skin was hot with lust as I continued my quest. My fingers enjoyed the dips of his hard muscles as my lips finally found their mark. At first, my lips just grazed over his nipple. Matt's body stiffened as the fingers tangled in my hair gave the smallest tug. That only made a small moan of pleasure rumble out of me. My tongue flicked over the nipple before teeth gently scraped against it.

Matt moved so fast; I couldn't resist as he yanked my head back in warning. Not hard enough to be truly painful – just the fun kind of pain. A seductive chuckle floated from my lips as I let my body slink down his. The grip on my hair loosened enough that I was able to put my lips back to work, trailing down his abs now. My fingers moved lower, gliding up and down his clothed thighs. "Too much armor," I taunted, fingers catching the edges of the bottle half of his suit. I just managed to pull his pants down to take in the sight of the V dipping low on his hips.

That hand in my hair tightened its grip, tugging upwards as his other hand came down to cup my chin. His sightless brown eyes peered down at me with such wickedness that a wave of heat rolled through my core, wetness seeping from between my thighs. I was on my knees before him, practically begging to take off his pants, but he had stopped me.

His hand on my chin was slow, sizzling along my jaw as he moved it. That was when his fingers wrapped ever so lightly around my throat. His smirk grew into a wicked grin at the jump in my heartrate. His hold on me was gentle as he brought me back to my feet. The control he had let me have since we got home was gone. I had pushed him past the point where he could contain himself. This was when the fun side of the Devil hiding beneath his skin came out. He was in control now. Of course, I would tease and fight it a little, but that only added to the fun.

His fingers detangled themselves from my hair, but the hand at my throat remained. Matt moved slow, circling around behind me. My heart pounded in anticipation, and his fingers squeezed gently against my throat at the flutter in my pulse. With adept fingers, he tilted my head back and to the side. My body hummed in anticipation. His other hand brushed the blonde strands back from my neck, exposing my pulsing artery to him. His lips were like feathers, drifting over the delicate skin, tracing my pulse. Oh, God, was he absolutely torturous tonight. All these slow, teasing movements just made me want to rip his clothes off.

I reached back, hooking my thumbs into his pants once more. I had barely begun to try and tug them down once more before he moved. I had only a fraction of a second to put up my hand to stop myself from fully pressing into the brick wall as Matt growled in my ear. Well, my hands were to themselves again. But that noise – warmth rushed through me again.

His lips finally pressed harder to my skin, his teeth scraping against the fluttering pulse before his tongue soothed the ache. I groaned out a curse as the fingers around my throat drifted down, caressing my breasts just above the corset's neckline. That same hand drifted down further, feeling the curves of my body as his other hand began tugging at the strings of my corset.