Promise Me Darkness (Excerpt)

Chapter 7

****This chapter contains a SEXUAL scene. Proceed with caution! 18 and over please.****

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Taking a deep breath, I walked down the hallway to my room. With each step, my heart pounded harder.

I found Ryder standing in the shadows, looking menacing and dangerous next to my rumbled bed. He waited for me to speak, watching me with blazing eyes.

"I broke up with him," I said.

With two strides, he was in front of me. My breath caught at the hungry look in his eyes. I opened my mouth to speak but never got the chance. His lips stopped me.

He kissed me hard, causing fire to explode within me. An involuntary moan escaped at the feel of his lips against mine. There was nothing simple or gentle about it. He possessed me.

"What are you doing to me, Maddie?" he rasped against my mouth.

I didn't answer him. I couldn't.

His lips covered mine again as his hands pulled me further into the room. The back of my legs hit the edge of the bed as his lips ravaged me. His tongue was hot as it swept into my mouth. My tongue met his, earning a deep moan from him.

Long fingers tangled in my hair, bringing me closer to his body. The space between us disappeared. My hands had a mind of their own as they ran up his arms, feeling the bunching of muscles beneath my fingers. I let out a weak sound of pleasure as his mouth moved down my neck, searing me with heat.

He grabbed a fist-full of my hair and gently yanked my head back, giving him more access to my throat, leaving me at his mercy.

"I want you so much," he murmured before his tongue darted out to touch my burning flesh. "I've never wanted something so damn much before."

This was all new for me. Him. Us. The warmth spreading down my body. The hunger I felt for him. For his touch. For his lips.

For him.

I threaded my fingers through his silky hair and pulled him to my mouth again. He obliged me, hungrily possessing my lips, hard and urgent.

Within seconds, he had me on the bed, never breaking our kiss. My hands moved on him. His hair. His shoulders. Lower. I wanted to explore all of him.

Suddenly, he sat up, pulling me along with him. With impatience, he ripped my shirt off. With another yank, my tank top followed. I saw him swallow hard as his eyes dropped down to my lacy bra. Ever so slowly, he ran a finger down between my breasts. His eyes followed the path, taking in the view in front of him. I should have been embarrassed. I should have been worried. I wasn't. This was Ryder. This was meant to be. I wanted him to be the first.

"You okay with this?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.

I could only nod. My brain was in overdrive right now.

He eased me down to the bed. Leaning over me, he kissed the swell of one breast. His hand moved to my back, caressing my skin along the way. With a smoothness born of experience, he unhooked the clasp on my bra. Ever so slowly, he slid it off of my shoulders, leaving me bare. His eyes drank in the sight of me lying beneath him, his for the taking.

Then, oh, sweet Jesus, he touched me. His hand cupped my breast, fitting me into the palm of his hand as if I was made for him. One of his fingers flicked lightly over my nipple and I couldn't help but arch my body at the sensation.

He chuckled low at my reaction.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, glancing up my body to meet my eyes. "I'm almost afraid to touch you. But I have to. God forgive me, I have to."