Leading Her from the Darkness

CHAPTER 24

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Dawson's eyes are made of fire as they trap me in the blazing heat of his gaze, stealing a heartbeat from my chest. He stands back to his feet and grabs both of my hands, pulling me off the bed, yanking my body securely against his own - his growing erection pressed formidably to my stomach.

Dipping his head down, he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just enough to lure a whimper out from my depths. My head spins from the anticipation. I close my eyes to recollect myself, gripping on to his shoulders for support.

His fingertips are digging into the skin on my hips, as if he's scared that if he lets go, I'll bolt. After my heart stopped feeling like it was trying to escape from my ribcage, I look back up to his face, taking him in, memorizing every sharp feature, freckle, wrinkle, and curve of his full lips. I watch carefully when the muscles in his jaw protrude as his teeth clench - and the way his pupils blow-out from being overwhelmed in desire.

His hands leave my hips briefly to unzip my dress, pushing the form-fitting material down over my arms and waist, pulling the tights down with it - letting them gather around my feet. I step out and use the tips of my toes to kick them to the side, out of our way.

His body straightens upright again and then reaches an arm around my back, unclasping my strapless lacy black bra skillfully with one hand before tossing it aside with my other discarded clothes. Each of his movements are slow and calculated.

His calloused palms press to my bare thighs, watching as they roam their way up, stopping momentarily to swipe two fingers over the thin damp lace that's covering my sex, causing a moan to vibrate in my throat. The corners of his lips curl up into a smirk, undoubtedly feeling my burning arousal yearning for more of him.

He taps the sensitive bundle of nerves, making my legs jerk in response, before he leans down to whisper in my ear - his lips brushing over the shell ever-so-lightly, sending a tidal wave of shivers down the length of my spine.

"Not yet, baby. It's my turn." His wicked smirk makes me realize that he is purposefully depriving my body of its needs because if me playing mind games with him. His teasing touch is nothing more than my punishment to teach me a lesson.

His fingers continue adventuring north, and my stomach clenches as he tickles the skin along my waist before he eventually settles them on my chest. He cups each breast eagerly in his hands, kneading and squeezing them gently. He then rolls one of my pierced nipples between his thumb and forefinger while simultaneously nipping at the skin by my collarbone.

His tongue leaves a cool wet trail in its path as he licks its way up my neck, pulling away just enough to let his hot breath fan over the new glistening flesh to send my senses over the edge. He resumes his gentle assault with his teeth on the sensitive spot, located just behind my jaw, beneath my ear -sucking relentlessly to darken the mark that already exists in its place.

I hiss at the combined sensations shooting through me as I run my hands lazily down his chest, his abs - my fingers rippling over every contour of his muscles, addicted to the feeling of them flexing with every touch. I have to force myself to bite back a smirk that's threatening to betray my composure.

My fingers meet the warm flesh of his hips just below the hemline of his black V-neck shirt - the thrill of ridding a barrier between us make me shudder involuntarily. I press myself on to my tippy toes, and in one swift move, I pull the fabric over his head and toss it to the floor next to my feet. With one hand resting on his side, my other travels down to his groin, palming his member through his dark wash jeans.